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[The feed clicks on to reveal!

Mud.

A lot of mud.

There are some leaves too, and a few twigs. But mostly? Mud.

Hector's voice can be heard over the mud, vaguely, and it sounds like a normal conversation. Pretty one sides actually.

Really Hector isn't talking to himself.

I promise.]

Pues, I'm not really sure how it works here but you're the first one I've ever seen. And I traveled...a lot when I was alive.

[A pause.]

Eh? No se. I'm used to it. But hey, check this out!

[Whatever amazing thing- can't be seen by the audience, but whatever Hector's talking to makes a rather eerie laugh. And that's when Hector's heel hits the com and he gives a small ow. A bit of cleaning and hector's skeletal face is seen, grinning brightly.]

Oh, hey. Oops. I think the hole in my pocket got worse. Sorry amigos!

[He's about to turn off the feed when the spirit or what have you whispers something.]

Oh yeah. Hey, anyone have a pair of curtains they don't want? I...kind of need a door.

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You know, keeping the garden. Mostly weeding or pulling vegetables. I never had to do much of anything else.

[He tilts his head. Stories? Huh. That he was good at.]

Stories. I have some stories. But, I don't know if you've heard them?

[Hana shook her head, not knowing what that was..well except the vegetables. Those tasted great, but were sometimes hard to get]

Trust me, I don't think I have. Any you wish to tell, I would be honored to hear it from you~

[in the meanwhile of getting the curtains, she hopped to the stairs, watching her step. These things were always so tricky!!]

It's been a while but, I could probably think of one.

[Or at least one that didn't have too big a connection to music.]

Hmm, do you like leyendas? Or any sort of story. I have one about ghosts and a curse that has lasted for centuries!

Ooooooh! I don't know what leyendas are..but ghost and curse stories are always super scary~

[Hana cooed, reminiscing on how her humans made ghost and horror stories, they were wonderful]

Then you might like this one. It's an old, old story from my home. It's about a woman who fell in love and then lost everything. In her time she was called Malinche, but now? Everyone calls he La Llorona, the Weeping Woman.

Oh noo.. this is going to be a sad story, isn't it..

Malinche La Llorna.. [Hana waited eagerly, but also anticipating the sad story]

[Hector, still smiling, nods his head.]

Si, it's a story grandmothers tell their grandchildren, or old nuns tell anyone who listens. But it starts way before my home was even a country. People from the other side of the world came to the land to take it over, and the First People, the people who lived there, fought against them.

[His fingers itch, and he flexes his bones a bit. This is the first time he has told this story without the sad sound of his guitar to accompany him.]

The First People fought for years, but the strangers were strong. One day, a woman of the First People, Malinche, fell in love with a soldier. But not of her army, but from the army of the strangers.

Oh my..

I can imagine that's quite dangerous, but that's wonderful that Malinche fell in love. Love and understanding conquers all conflicts.

[Hana nodded, assured that it was the ending, ignoring the fact he said it was definitely sad]

Ah, that's what she had thought as well. That her accepting of the invader woudl change the hearts of her people.

[He wiggled his fingers, really feeling the need for that music but no, he could do without it.]

But she was wrong.

Her people turned her away, and the fighting continued until The First People were conquered and the Spanish began to build their villages and fortresses. Many of the soldiers began to return home.

Including Maliche's husband. He promised her he would return. That he would come back to take her with him to España.

[..and she was definitely following that finger, it was memorizing]

Oh my..noo..why would her people do that..

Mmrgg..please tell me he comes back..

Because, she has chosen love over them.

[He shrugs and gives a sad smile, shaking his head.]

No. He does not. She waits, and waits for him for years. Their children are walking and speaking, but still he does not return.

[Hector leans in a bit, eyes serious.]

Until one night, when she sees a man she recognizes in the village. Another soldier, that had left with her husband. Desperate, she runs to him and demands to know where her husband is! Why he had not returned!

[Leaning back he gives another soft shrug.]

The Spaniard laughed, and told her that her husband had returned to his wife in Barcelona. Back to his proper family with a real woman.

[Hana's faced dropped immediately]

No..no, noo..that's..oh my-oh no..

[her voice now hushed, and tearing up very much so at that realization] Then what happened..? She's in pain, that's terrible, that's..that's..

[She's clenching close to the window curtains so tightly in anticipation

[What happened? He gave soft sigh and shook his head.]

No one knows why, but her pain grew over the day and by nightfall. It was unbearable.

Everything reminded her of him. The town, the people, her home...her children.

[Hector holds up a bony finger, his voice taking a slightly more sinister tone.]

So as the moon rose, she lead her young ones to the river. Tears formed in her eyes as she let the river take them away, their small cries cutting off as the river went deep into the mountains.

Days later she seemed to realize what she had done and rushed back to the river but, of course, it was too late. She could only yowl and cry and claw at the water. Begging it to return her children to her.

[She didn't like this story at all. Hana was starting to tear up, her own heart hurting, turning, and dropping all at once. She rose from the stairs and started to rush outside with the curtains]

I-I don't like this story anymore-thank you for telling a-ah..ah.. where are you? You need these curtains, Hector, I know you do.

[Hana growled at herself, though] I'm sorry-the story was good! Always a great exchange, I don't mean to be rude at all..

Ay, ay, its...it's okay. I did say it wasn't a happy story but, I won't finish it.

[It didn't really get much better.]

She's a legend anyways, who knows if it even really happened. I mean, I've been dead almost a hundred years and I've never seen her.

[Hana widened her eyes] You're...dead?

Th-that's impossible, but you're here, living..? I don't..?

[she wiped her tears though, slowing down her pace out of Fayren a little bit] W-well story or not, it is still a story, a sad one, and it had to have had roots.

Roots to someone...

Hmm? Ah, si?

[He looked at himself really quick, but then remembered that a talking skeleton probably was not the strangest thing most people had seen.]

Old roots, maybe, but, who knows anymore. Every state in Mexico has it's own version.

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