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Something quiet is lurking on the lakebank.

In and out behind the rocks, dark splashes, soft noises.


[ooc: sorry about that, folks, was kidnapped for business but am returned.]

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He laughs, and the wind carries the sound about, like bird calls, like nothing living. For a second he's a spirit again, glowing, ethereal, powerful.

Then, he looks up at Jack, and smiles and he's a little boy trying to shake and blink his hair out of his eyes without taking his hands off the steering wheel in case it turns suddenly.

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He grins back and ruffles Santi's hair.

"Pozo hecho, lad. Well done."