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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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"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.

She's not happy about it, she'll never be happy about it, but it's not the first loss she's known, say true.

"Ka like a wind, and nothing can stand against it."

"I only thought of him now because he explained about Spanish-- I think he must have been from yer world, sai."

"Maybe, although a lot of people from my world aren't exactly from the same...world, I guess. Sometimes different things happen in their world that don't happen in mine, although we're all still on Earth."

"... it's a strange place here, aye."

She looks rather less surprised to hear this than one might think.

He laughs. "That's an understatement."

He reaches for his crutches. "But I really gotta go get something from my sister's house. It was great speaking to you." He smiles. "I've got so many questions and not enough time to ask them."

He pushes himself up and places the crutches under his arms. "But we should definitely speak later."

"We're well-met, I think."

Susan smiles at him.

"Go yer way in peace, sai, and I'll see ye at another time, then."

He smiles and nods at her. "Take care."

And with that, he hobbles away.

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