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She comes in through the lake door, dressed for riding and with her hair in a long braid down her back... and marsh violets woven into the braid.

As Susan Delgado goes to the bar, it's apparent that soon there will be hot chocolate, as well. Sometimes, it's the little things that bring contentment, say true.

[OOC for Millichannel: Susan and Anthy discuss how to braid hair, which Anthy does not know and which Susan offers to help with; Tony Almeida and Susan are well-met and talk about different worlds, languages, terrorism, military strategy, and oh yes, gunslingers; Roland and Susan discuss Tim's death, Pat Delgado's visit, Joanie, and then Joe's St. Christopher's medal, which brings woe; and then later on, Ace bounces by and shares hugs and the joyful news of Tim's return to the living, for great yay.]

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For some reason, that seems almost to reassure her, enough so that she says,

"It were a refinery, do'ee ken? The oil-- it were to be used in the weapons of the Old People, in the war against the Affiliation."

Gray eyes are clear and direct as they meet his.

"They had to be stopped, or it would have been slaughter."

And it hadn't been enough, at the end, but mayhap some time had been bought.

"As long as it wasn't targeted against civilians or the econmy...I can't see how that could be defined as terrorism."

"It weren't." She sounds certain of this.

"Hmm. Well, that sounds like a routine military strike. Happens a lot during war--one side tries to hurt the arsenal of the enemy..."

"Mayhap routine to ye -- I weren't used to it," she says a little ruefully.

"But ye say true as to how it happened."

"I wouldn't expect you to be used to it. You look a little too young to be involved with the military."

"Ka like a wind," she says quietly. "None of us were very old, then."

And Susan, of the four of them, had been the one who never grew older, as a result.

Charyou tree. Come, reap.

"How old are you, for curiosity's sake?"

"I turned seventeen on the first day of spring."

"How old were you when you died? Sixteen?"

She nods.

"I died on Reap-Night; I was sixteen then, aye."

"And you were involved in the military?"

Brain breakage: 1 mile ahead

"Aye, ye could say that, I wot; but I'm-- I'm no gunslinger, say true--"

(everything the Way of the Eld was not)

"--but it were ka like a wind, and I did what was needed."

(blood ash fire Dave Hollis lying dead by her hand)

"Gunslinger? Is that like a soldier?"

Tony has the uncomfortable feeling that he's boring her with questions.

But she doesn't look bored, even as she tries to phrase it in terms that he'd understand. Susan shakes her head.

"Nay -- well aye, but--" She breaks off, thinking.

"Do'ee ken knights, sai?"

"Not anymore, no. In England they're more ceremonial than they are actual knights."

"But ye would know what I mean, mayhap, if I were to tell ye that a gunslinger is like-- like a knight, but with guns? With honor and nobility?"

He nods. "Yeah."

She nods back.

"Aye, then. Ye kennit."

He smiles. "You have a very interesting way of speaking."

She laughs a little, and smiles back at him.

"Some of it's just the way of talking in Mejis, I wot; but some of it, mayhap, is a way I learned from my da', -- it comes from the Friendly Folk."

"I just speak plain old English. Weird, considering my dad was a journalist and my sister...she speaks her own language sometimes."

"Her own language, sai?" Susan looks a little confused by this.

"Oh, just...slag. Different words she uses to say things. She still speaks English, of course. And Spanish. My whole family speaks English and Spanish."

"Oh aye-- like the vaqueros use."

A brief look of sorrow crosses her face, as she remembers Joe explaining the languages of Argentina and Mexico.