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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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"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.

"Yeah, I know how that can be. It's dry and hard land out our way and we raise cattle."

"Dry...oh, dear. I wish you luck with that."

"We moved to help my brother's lungs and he's doin' better," The land's their land so they'll make do.

"I am glad to hear it. Although, brothers..." she says it with the smile of one who is familiar with them.

"How many do you have? I've just got Mark who's younger."

"Two, one older - Jemis, and one younger, Lerant. Lerant passed away when I was a girl, though."

"Oh, sorry to hear that. My Pa got killed goin' on two years ago now," He looks at Les rather than her.

"I am very sorry to hear that. I lost my mother, too."

"Yeah, never just one bad thing, always lots in a row."

"So, you pick yourself up again and keep...dancing, as it were." She sighs, and pats Les' neck.

"Well. At least there are always horses."

"Goin', yeah, ain't like there's much time to stop. I mean there's here but it's just a place for small rests."

"But it's better than nothing."

"It is. You might see if you could ride in here, I've gotten doors out back."

"And you can find your way back out easily enough?"

"It depends, when everythin's workin', yeah. There are two trees that look sort of like a doorway that you go through."

She grins. "I'll have to try that. For now, though, I should...probably get back before they call out a search-party."

"Time stops out there when you're in here. It's stolen time."

"Well, I like the idea of that." Her smile is a little sly. "Still, I still should try and return my book. It was nice meeting you, though."

"You too and I hope you find a door again,"

As she's a nice addition to the Bar.