March Mingle

There have been waterlilies throughout summer, clustered around the shorelines and butting up against the jetty. Sometimes they've bloomed, sometimes they haven't, but it's never been quite like this. They're everywhere now, even as we move into autumn. They crowd the beach, they give the ferry a hard time to land, they practically fill the lake end to end — and they're all blooming in golden yellow and bright white.
It's unnatural, in so many ways. Beckoning. Come closer. ]
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Do you really like swimming...?
[ Dumb question that she whispers without much thought behind. Horses can't really swim, can they? She idly removes a piece of seaweed from the mane. ]
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It does its best though, lowering its head close to the ground and gently nudging at her leg. ]
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But sadly, she still doesn't know horse language that well. Therefore the nudging gives her a startle, filling her with confusion. ]
What's wrong? Are you hungry?
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Then she asks again, unsure. ]
Do you want me to ride you?
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And just to make it all the more obvious, it awkwardly kneels to give her more of a chance to climb onto its big broad back. ]
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[ Bingo! Except she never rode a horse before, and the lack of anything to hold onto has her worried. Yet, she's throwing caution to the lake for once, spurred on by something in her head that tells her to just go along with the situation.
Carefully, she climbs onto the horse's back, hands curling around the mane to stay secure. Heart beating quicker, she hopes her weight is not too much for the animal. ]
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Alas, she'll do. It gives a soft, pleased whinny before carefully and painstakingly pushing itself back up to stand. It may be a little bumpy for a moment, but its so slow and gentle that she runs little risk of sliding off. With her securely on its back, it starts to slowly walk along the edge of the lake. ]
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Higher views never bothered her too much, thankfully, and as the walk proceeds her shoulders sag with gradual relief. ]
If it gets too tiring, feel free to stop...
[ Talking like this to a horse is silly, but her wish not to burden others trumps everything and that also counts for animals somehow. ]
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And then it turns, just slightly, towards the water. One hoof dips in and then another. ]
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She maintains herself secured to the horse as they further go... ]
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Not today, though. Not here, on this island, where contracts keep it in place. It makes a soft, happy noise as it goes further into the lake, sliding nearly soundless through the waterlilies. ]
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Somehow it makes her think agreeing to go on a swim with the horse wasn't a bad idea after all.
And that unsettles her even worse. What's wrong with her? ]
Just... what is this place? [ She mutters to herself. ]
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It's my lake. I'm glad you like it.
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A startle. Hanako nearly falls off the horse, but balances herself last minute. She nonetheless stutters. ]
Y-... You're talking?!
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Of course! You've never heard a horse talk before?
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[ She must be hallucinating, her ears must have caught some spell, but she wouldn't be in this position of none of this was real... ]
We don't have t-talking animals where I live...? [ Do parrots count? She's too shaken to even think about it deeply. ]
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I am the Brook. This is my lake.
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Brook... [ She murmurs, trying to calm her heartbeat. ] Um-... I'm Hanako. What do you mean with this being your lake?
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Exactly that - it's my lake. A part of me, if you will.
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How long have you b-been here...? And... do the townsfolk know about you?
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And they know. We have an... understanding. They wouldn't be too happy to hear you've been talking to me.
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[ Something tells her she won't like the answer. ]
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[ It's a dramatic statement, but the situation calls for it. He has a chance to get newcomers on his side here. ]
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[ An even heavier question. Holding back and hiding away out of fear is the opposite of what she came to the island for. ]
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