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[img]https://s14.postimg.org/o19huchjl/virginia.gif[/img][hr][color=9999ff][b]Location[/b][/color]: the Mournweald Estate [/center][hr][hr]	The Great Bazhooli? James racked his brain for other people he knew with [i]the Great[/i] as part of their name, yet he came up empty. Most of the historical figures he knew were ones that he was related to. All young Crypts were taught their heritage from a young age, able to rattle off the names and accomplishments of their most important ancestors. Some of them were largely held to be myths at this point, yet James believed fiercely in each and everyone of them. 

	For the Great Bazhooli to be the only the Great...James' eyes widened. He had to be excellent at something - maybe he was skilled with poisons or with wrestling bears? Or maybe he was just [i]really really[/i] good at dancing the Mamushka? Virginia had promised to teach it to him once he was a little older and had gotten the hang of throwing either knives or a hatchet. She herself danced it with hatchets, having even trained in their use while in the colonies. James wanted to learn with daggers, having been inspired by tales of an Italian Crypt told by his mother. 

	"Could the Great Bazwhooli teach me the Mamushka?" James asked quickly, before turning to look at Virginia. "Please, Ginny? He's [i]the Great![/i] He can show me how to do it with knives and stuff! With the giant kitty too! Tigers and Mamushka!" James clapped his hands together in the Mamushka rhythm, winning a smile from Virginia. 

	[color=9999ff]"Oh, little devil, only Crypts know that dance,"[/color] Virginia replied. [color=9999ff]"But perhaps the knives - then I can teach you the dance."[/color] She had been raised on the Mamushka, taught that it was a part of Crypt cultural heritage and used as a dance for celebrations. The idea that a stranger would know the dance as something more never even occurred to her. 

	James didn't even wait for Virginia to say if it was okay to ride - he was already trying to get up on the horse, which was practically as tall as he was - if not more. Virginia glanced at Alfred for a moment. While it would be faster, she didn't like the idea of leaving Alfred behind. He was family in all but name. 

	"I'll bring the carriage 'round to the manor.," Alfred offered. "You go on with Master James, my lady. You needn't worry 'bout me - I'm more than just an old gent. Send word if you need help with the little tyke." He chuckled slightly and Virginia nodded. James' safety was being prioritized today. Moving as quickly as possible would help to that end. 

	[color=9999ff]"Thank you,"[/color] Virginia then said to the rider who had extended his hand for her, as she took it and mounted the horse behind him. 

	"Where's Russia?" James then asked.