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[horse_guide]

Enter a young man, clothed only in linen pants and a cowhide belt, with a musket slung over one shoulder. He looks around briefly, to note his surroundings, then tilts his head with a slight smile. When he speaks, his voice is quiet, and a bit hoarse from disuse.

"This is not la puebla de Los Angeles."

Typist: This would be Bernardo, Don

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[el_fop]

Oh, and look! A happy Diego! "Bernardo!" Observe large hug.

[horse_guide]

Ooh, a Diego! He'll be getting a large hug in return and a smile.

[el_fop]

"I have missed you, my brother."

[horse_guide]

He gives Diego a nod, and then a quizzical look, wondering what his brother's been up to here.

[cat_inthe_sun]

"La puebla de Los Angeles? You speak Spanish?" Jackrabbit grinned, impressed. He bounced a burbling redheaded baby on his hip.

[horse_guide]

He'll be giving Jackrabbit a bit of an oddlook, and a nod. Of course he speaks Spanish, it's what practically everyone in Alta California speaks. After a moment, he bends and offers a finger to the baby.

[cat_inthe_sun]

Mo Chroi grinned and grabbed the finger.

Jackrabbit talks a lot; He'll talk for the both of them.

"This is Mo Chroi. Person is from Dublin. Baby with my pillowfriend, Mad Sweeney. Mo Chroi is a very smart baby."

[horse_guide]

That gets a nod, along with a bit of a smile. "Bernardo."

[sweariwontdie]

"Bonjour, monsieur." He gives the musket a wary look although it's not currently pointing at anyone.

[horse_guide]

It's probably loaded, but now's not the time to be threatening -- he's still rather curious about this new place, it's so different from the mission and the pueblo. He does give Armand a nod and a slight smile, though.

[sweariwontdie]

"Why so quiet?"

[horse_guide]

A shrug. He hasn't talked much since his mother's death.

[sugarspunthing]

Mab is thrilled that someone else is from L.A. She, unconcerned with the fact that her size and nature might freak him out, flitters over, right near his face and grins broadly.

"Spanish! I'm so thrilled; you're from Los Angeles, also? Me too, me too!" Mab is absolutely bubbling. "Oh, oh, -- y yo hablo un poco espanol tambien! No es muy bueno, pero yo se como hablar. -- I mean. I have to. I travel a lot, and L.A. has a large Hispanic population. It's very useful, I think." She nods, solemnly, and is proud of her Spanish-skills.

Typist: "And I speak a little Spanish, too! It's not very good, but I know how to speak."/ translation

[horse_guide]

He gives her a very quizzical look, then nods. He's seen stranger things than fairies, anyway. "I am from the de la Vega hacienda. It is near the Mission." By 'Mission', he means the San Gabriel Mission, of course.

[sugarspunthing]

"Ahhh, the missions," Mab says, nodding. "-- yeah. They're not really... mission-y anymore. I mean. Kids go there on field trips when they study the Spanish invasion, you know?"

She shrugs and hovers close, seeing as how she's only so tiny and settling on the floor is the stupidest idea she's ever heard of.

Typist: Fun Fact -- when I was in elementary we took a field trip to the mission in Carmelo. :D