[It doesn't take long for those telling tales of a stranger and those who tell tales of Bruja Bruno to intersect, especially given the fact that everyone blithely assumes that everything they say can somehow be heard. It's a thread that weaves everything together--the idea that someone's not so much listening as simply... hearing. It means they go to great lengths if there's something they don't want heard, but also that such instances are few and far between, as though everyone simply lives a life with nothing to hide.
Be that as it may, their chatter does sometimes shut down on the subject of that dark presence. They can't really say what's so... 'bad' about him.
'Well, it's those visions, you see. Nothing good comes of knowing the future.'
'He predicts something unfortunate and sure enough, it happens. Every time.'
'Nothing against the rest of the family, you know. Only every family's got its black sheep, hasn't it?'
It's probably kind of funny when they grow quiet and eye a green-clad figure making his way along the road. A few people cross themselves out of habit. For his part, the object of their stares appears to shrink in on himself morosely, dropping his gaze.
He's not the wraithlike apparition some of the stories had painted him to be--indeed, he seems small and unassuming and rather scrawny, his clothes oversized, his overgrown hair hiding a good deal of his face. His tread is silent and his movements furtive, giving the impression that he's more scared of the villagers than they are of him.
'That's him. You'll want to stay away, Señorita, nothing good comes of dealing with Bruja Bruno. There's dark magic around him.'
Bruno's stopped in the town square by a woman in a teal dress and apron, her hand lingering gently on his arm. They exchange words, then he nods and turns to head back into town. He takes maybe a step and the woman wraps her arms around him in a hug, laughing.
The aura of mystery and foreboding around him breaks in that moment as he splutters, objecting halfheartedly before returning the gesture. They stay in that embrace for a few beats and it becomes clear there's a lot of emotion behind so simple a gesture.
Then she lets go of him and sends him on his way with a light pat to his shoulder. He smiles, but the smile vanishes quickly, replaced by the sad and tired look he had before. He heads into another part of town, taking a quiet, less-populated route.]
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Be that as it may, their chatter does sometimes shut down on the subject of that dark presence. They can't really say what's so... 'bad' about him.
'Well, it's those visions, you see. Nothing good comes of knowing the future.'
'He predicts something unfortunate and sure enough, it happens. Every time.'
'Nothing against the rest of the family, you know. Only every family's got its black sheep, hasn't it?'
It's probably kind of funny when they grow quiet and eye a green-clad figure making his way along the road. A few people cross themselves out of habit. For his part, the object of their stares appears to shrink in on himself morosely, dropping his gaze.
He's not the wraithlike apparition some of the stories had painted him to be--indeed, he seems small and unassuming and rather scrawny, his clothes oversized, his overgrown hair hiding a good deal of his face. His tread is silent and his movements furtive, giving the impression that he's more scared of the villagers than they are of him.
'That's him. You'll want to stay away, Señorita, nothing good comes of dealing with Bruja Bruno. There's dark magic around him.'
Bruno's stopped in the town square by a woman in a teal dress and apron, her hand lingering gently on his arm. They exchange words, then he nods and turns to head back into town. He takes maybe a step and the woman wraps her arms around him in a hug, laughing.
The aura of mystery and foreboding around him breaks in that moment as he splutters, objecting halfheartedly before returning the gesture. They stay in that embrace for a few beats and it becomes clear there's a lot of emotion behind so simple a gesture.
Then she lets go of him and sends him on his way with a light pat to his shoulder. He smiles, but the smile vanishes quickly, replaced by the sad and tired look he had before. He heads into another part of town, taking a quiet, less-populated route.]