Ernesto’s head tilted as he listened to Lunero’s explanation. It was a foreign concept, to him, to be named for other horses and other places, but it was an interesting one nonetheless. For a moment, he wondered on what his name might be if his family had followed such a formal tradition. He wasn’t sure that the lands they travelled through even had names, as such, or at least they had none so fantastic as Costa Agua Brillante. Lunero’s mischievous smile drew Ernesto’s attention back to the conversation at hand, and he returned it instinctively. It was strange, the way others could seem so similar at first glance and yet there were so many things which separated each individual from each other. And yet that was the thing that kept life interesting, and Ernesto was grateful for it. “I’m afraid not, señor. I am certain I would have remembered any place with such a striking name had I ever passed through it before,” he replied. “And certainly I wouldn’t forget you, señor Lunero, had you been there – I never forget a face.” He grinned, before turning to a topic just a touch more serious. “So, Lunero, que te trajo aquí?” he asked, tilting his head the other way now. He slipped in and out the two tongues almost lazily now. “Do you have any plans?” ernesto
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