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"- this isn't the library." The girl who says those words is standing at the front door, clutching a heavy, leather-bound book to her chest. She's a pretty girl, with flowing chestnut hair, bright green eyes, and she's dressed plainly; brown skirt, brown bodice, white blouse underneath. Plainly, but the cotton of her clothes is of high quality, and her light, throaty voice is unmistakably cultured. It also, if one knows Tortall, has a Lakes region accent.

The girl is looking both confused and wary. Wary, because behind her is the City of the Gods, and goodness knows that the boys there who being trained in magic know how to pull pranks. Only...this doesn't seem like a prank.

It...it looks a tavern. Maybe. Not that she's been to one, of course, but it still...It has a tavern-ish air.

Delia of Eldorne slowly inches her way forward, still looking very confused.

[OoC: Delia has been rebooted, and is now nearly sixteen. If any characters that tag remember her from her previous run, please don't tell her. Any questions, just drop me a PM or ping me. :)]

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"History, accounting, dancing, etiquette, subjects like that."

"It sounds like they keep you busy."

"Very. But, I rather like being busy."

William smiles as he agrees,

"Yeah, though it's nice to have time to just sit and read every once in a while. Or go ridin' without havin' to do other stuff."

"Oh, yes. But I'll be going to court soon, and I suspect I won't have that much opportunity to just...go off by myself."

Not that the Daughters like her doing so, either, but she's good at sneaking off from the group.

"Long as you keep finding doors here, you can get away. Time stops out there while you're here. It's nice that way."

Delia beams.

"That sounds marvellous. Is there an outside here, too? Enough to ride in?"

"Yeah, stables too, I work there. Do you want to see them?"

Her beaming makes him blush as she looks so happy.

"I would - are they far?"

And is it raining outside, given the book she's holding.

"No, not far at all," He stands up and makes sure Horus is in his pocket then offers her his hand. That's something you do for ladies in books.

"Good," she says, and smiles, hooking her hand around his elbow. It never hurts to practice, and if he is offering...

Besides.

Stables, horses, strange new world. It's interesting..

"Do you have a horse?"

As the Bar's still a bit of a mess, he ends up leading her as he doesn't want her dress to get messed up.

Outside the weather's nice but a little cold, but the stables aren't too far.

"I do. Miache, she's of Bazhir stock. They are...they live in the Great Desert. Very, very fine horses."

"That sounds sort of like Arabians on my world. Loveliest horses, all beautiful lines and proud. I've never ridden one just read about them and seen them sometimes. My Les isn't anythin' too special but he's a good cattle horse."

"Good horses are a treasure, no matter their pedigree," Delia says. "And it depends on the geography of where you are, as well. But Bazhir horses are just wonderful, very quick and very hardy. Usually very nice tempered," and here her smile turns into a grin.

"My Miache is a handful, though."

Delia?

Loves that horse.

"I'm sure you can handle her though,"

She seems like she can handle whatever gets thrown her way. Soon they're at the stables, which look like they've faced a battle as has the outside but getting put together.

Inside the stables are clean and warm, it's a well loved place. He leads her towards Les' stall.

"Goodness, what happened here?" Delia asks when she takes in the outside of the stables. Inside, it's lovely - warm, clean, well-tended with happy horses.

But outside is rather concerning.

"And so this is Les."

"I don't know all of it, but lots of bad stuff. Yet Milliways made it through,"

He looks at Les to keep from showing her too much of his worry as he hasn't seen his father, Katya or Thalia yet.

"As did the horses," she says, offering Les a closed fist to sniff.

Les snuffles her hand and William smiles though it's not as big as his earlier ones, "Yeah, they did."

"And aren't you a good boy, hmm?" she tells the horse with bright smile. Sorry, William, you are being briefly forgotten in favour of your horse.

William doesn't mind and soon returns with some sugar cubes,

"Here, give these to him."

Which she does so.

"My family, we breed horses," she explains.

"Oh?" He sounds curious and a little envious as he pets Les.

"Not the best land for farming...certainly not when everyone else does it. So, enough farms to keep everyone fed, but mostly, it's horses." She looks wistful - it's been years since she was home.

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