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[eternityalone]

[Her hands rest to the edges of the journal, placed in her lap. Seated outside in the center of the city, she's found a lovely spot to rest near the fountain. Every so often a breeze sprays water onto the journal, but a delicate touch wipes the spots away. Her hair is pinned atop her head, helping with the warmer weather, though she still dresses in the slightly formal attire.]

I feel as though I am missing out on so much having come from a time that not many are familiar with.

Which is why I present this question: If you could travel back and teach someone something that was vital for their existence in the present day, what would you show them?

I would like to learn these things. I feel that it would assist me, so that I may not be the girl constantly with her mouth drawn agape when something is revealed to me.

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[eternityalone]

[She slips her journal into her small bag and nods.]

I think I would like that very much.

[assassino]

[He offers a hand to her, to help her up.]

Let us go, then!

[eternityalone]

[She'll take that hand and smile at him once she is to her feet.]

Where shall we go?

[assassino]

Let us head for the woods.

[eternityalone]

I think that would be perfect.

I have not been since I arrived.

[assassino]

[He knows what that means. His free hand reaches to tuck a lock of her hair behind her ears, and he smiles.]

I should re-acquaint you with nature, then.

[eternityalone]

[Her gaze meets to his easily as his hand tucks near her cheek.]

I would not mind that at all.

[assassino]

I'm glad.

[And then he pulls her beyond the treeline.]

[eternityalone]

[Once they get to the woods, of course. She's easily pulled anyway - pretty sure the dresses she wears weigh more than her.]

I think I like the woods to the gardens. Things are left to their own, allowed to do as they please.

[assassino]

I do as well. There is a bit of risk to it, as well, in the unknown... God's work, instead of man's.

[eternityalone]

I am sure that you are not concerned with a bit of risk.

[assassino]

Of course not.

[eternityalone]

[She smiles at him.]

It is still so interesting to look at you and feel as though I am familiar with you. [She knows that many believed her to be Katherine and that this woman must have had something in common with her other than a name, face, and circumstances.]

[assassino]

Is that so? [He smiles at her.] You are oddly familiar to me as well.

[eternityalone]

How fortunate for the both of us to have a familiarity to explore.

[assassino]

That it is. [Look, pretty trees.] You could almost imagine Paradisa intended it this way...

[eternityalone]

For what reason would they do such a thing?

[assassino]

We are from the same time, are we not? Above all others in this place, we should understand each other.

[eternityalone]

It would seem that should be the case. [She moves in closer to him.] So you believe the castle has done this to us for this reason.

[assassino]

Who can say? You might as well ask what God's plan for us is.

[eternityalone]

I certainly know that is not a possible feat. [She looks up at him, into his eyes with curiosity. She wonders what he has seen, what adventures he has taken in his time, from where he is from. She can only imagine, having spent most of her time as of late being kept close to the estate. It had been protective, Elijah had explained, but she felt confined most days.]

I would sooner ask what plan you have for today.

[assassino]

[He reaches to touch her face, cupping her cheek in his hand. He barely knows this side of Katherine, this version of her... but he's Ezio, he has never needed to know all the intricacies of a woman's life to feel connected to her. That's just how Ezio is, falling in and out of love over and over again, with all these beautiful women.]

I plan to show you the woods... and then leave you with a memory of them you will never forget.

[eternityalone]

[Her eyes shut briefly, leaning into the touch at her cheek. It isn't that she's missed that sort of contact, but more that she's felt she's deserved it for quite some time now and for it to come from someone that is neither Klaus nor Elijah... it seems much more like longing.]

I will accept whatever memories you leave me with.

[assassino]

I'm glad.

[He holds her for a moment, enjoying the romance of the moment briefly before pulling away and pulling her with him, towards a large oak tree. He gently steers her to pin her between himself and the trunk, as gentle as can be, though still allowing her room to avoid it.]