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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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"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.

"What's wrong?"

"Cry yer pardon-- I didn't mean--"

Susan gives up apologizing and sighs. "Did'ee know sai Joe?"

He shakes his head. "Don't think I have. Why? Is he...dead?"

She nods.

"He were-- he were pulled back to his world, against his will, and never able to return, though he tried.

He died there, was killed there, in Paris."

Softly, after a moment,

"He were a good man, and the first person here who knew me."

"Oh."

Well, that sucks, on multiple levels--one of which includes the level of "can't-really-say-anything-about-that-'cept-'I'm sorry'".

He looks at her sympathetically.