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[OOM: Truth finds us in dreams.]

William's lost track of what time it is since he's been riding in a storm that blew up out of nowhere. Checking the fences shouldn't take this long and he needs to get home.

When he sees a light through the darkness, he moves to a canter before stopping and staring at the Milliways' stable. This isn't where he's meant to be and he was thinking about Milliways but he's not sure about ending up this way.

The storm seems to have followed him too so there's wind and snow and rain blowing as he looks for where to dismount.

It doesn't take too long to get his horse in the stables and then comes in through the back door and heads to the Bar, where he gets hot coffee and a fortune.

You are never selfish with your advice or your help. The words seems nice but he's not sure what to do with it so sets it down on the counter.

Tiny tag: William Evans, Misfortune Cookies
OOC: Catch him outside or inside. Open until the next one.

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Ships do not need the same care as horses- at least when they are safely up in 'dry dock'. So while Wellard does not have to go outside in a blizzard-

Well, he may fret a bit over things he would rather be doing on the ship. Oh well.

But at least he does not have to be out in such a blizzard- but he certainly has sympathy for those who do.

"... I still do wonder about the people who decided it should be Scotland out back, there." As he steps up to the bar to get a cup of tea for himself.

William looks up from his coffee with a wry almost smile,

"That's where its meant to be? Couldn't tell where Arizona stopped durin' that storm."

"Supposedly, yes." Wellard nods, with a slight smile.

"The grounds of a school that many people here go to, I've heard. One that teaches magic to witches and wizards. A few of them managed to recreate the lake and grounds, so that we would actually have a place, outside that back door."

"Ain't called Hogwarts is it? Met a girl who was sleepwalkin' from there,"

Luna made a mess of his table but she was nice.

"-I believe that's the name, yes." Wellard nods.

"I think I would have picked some place a bit warmer, but... I think I can understand wanting a place that was familiar and comforting."

"Warm can get you dried out real quick. I think I'd rather be cold and wet,"

Rain's rare enough in Arizona to be glad of it.

"Only if you have some place safe and dry, afterwards. I've done too many watches on board ship not to appretiate that." He motions towards Willam's cup of coffee.

"As well as something hot to drink."

"Yeah, but rain dries, sand just gets into so it feels like its gettin' ground to your skin. Never goin' to turn down a cup of Milliways' coffee anyway, sight better than what I get at home."

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"I've no arguement with that at all." Laughing quietly.

Tea may be Wellard's first choice- but the tea (and coffee) here is far better than anything he ever was able to get at sea.

"I would add in the food as well. At least for when you're at sea. There's only so much fresh food a ship can carry."

"Or on a horse, don't want to weigh down your saddlebags. You ever eat jerky when you're at sea?"

None of the books he's read ever talk about what sailors eat other than hardtack.

Wellard slowly shakes his head. "Not much. I don't think it would keep well enough for any long voyages. Usually whatever meat we had was salted, and in barrels."

William is totally correct about the hardtack, however.

"That's what jerky is though, meat that's dried and seasoned within an inch of its life to keep."

"Sounds about similar." He makes a slight face, and nods.

Milliways may have spoiled Wellard. Just a bit.

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It's easy to take the good weather for granted when the bar has so much of it. The paddocks she'd had cleared so some of the animals could get out and stretch are no longer so.

She's been in and out, bringing the animals in, getting things in order, checking against leaks and breaches and making sure her pregnant Brahmin isn't agitated. Her hat's jammed snug on her head with her kerchief tied under her chin to boot (to keep her ears warm), but on a glance up she catches sight of him out in the mess. She double-checks the door is clear so he can get in with his mount.

"Hellfire! William, y'could have picked a better day to come 'round the stable!" she grins.

He ducks his head to get in and pulls his bandanna down as he dismounts,

"Wasn't plannin' on it."

"How long you been out there?"

He looks like he's been in the elements longer than just a few minutes.

"I was just checkin' the fences as things got bad,"

William feels like it and there's some darkness under his eyes, his dreams haven't made sleeping easy.

"Back home?"

She tips her hat off her head and yanks her handkerchief down until it's just around her neck. He's looking a little haggard, and so she steps over to the desk where she'd left her thermos of tea and hands it to him.

"Yes, ma'am, ain't goin' to send Mark out in weather like this,"

The tea is warm and he takes a long drink, "Thank you."

"Rightly not."

You're lucky not to catch fever in weather like this when you're of strong stock, let alone if you've got a weak composition.

"You're welcome. I'm only sorry y'brought the bad weather with you."

She winks, just gently teasing him.

"Is your mount in need of a dry stall?"

"He is, and Mark'll do fine. I've got a note for the doctors here. Maybe one of them can help where other folks ain't be able to,"

Writing that note took longer than he expected and Les bumps his shoulder and William digs for the carrot in his pocket.

She nods, looking hopeful.

"That would be a real good thing -- real good -- if y'could get some of the medicines they make here back home."

She tugs off one of her gloves and reaches out to touch the horse's cheek, smiling softly.

"What's his name?"

"Yeah, I'm hopin' it'll get him better than he might be. This is Les,"

William pulls out the carrot end and gives it to Les.

"Hello, sweetheart."

Kate gently strokes Les' cheek, reaching up behind the bridle at his ears where it's no doubt a little itchy.

"I'd wager they could find somethin' here that'd help with your brother. Some of the things I've seen... they're like magic. Fixed up my side faster than I could've dreamed back home."