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She comes in from outside and goes up to the bar-- at which point a broom-shaped package wrapped in brown paper appears, addressed to her. Susan Delgado looks very startled, and then beams.

Shortly afterwards, she's curled up in her usual spot, with hot chocolate. The broom is leaning against the end of the couch where she can see it clearly-- and she is still smiling, say true.

[Susan meets Ben Hawkins, for great language confusion and then further confusion at finding out that he's a messiah, of sorts; talks with Lysistrata about oceans, weather, and Caspian; accepts Roger's apology, discusses AIDS, and suggests he see Simon; and then talks with Rent!Angel again about the Phantom situation and his friend's trouble, for unexpected pain, as the friend is Val... (slowtimed)]

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"Ye and Caspian are well-matched in friendship then, I wot," she says. "He's fond of the sea as well."

"I were always more for the land and the Drop, though."

[ooc: *eyes canon* Hm. It's not out of the realm of possibility, but Susan would have to know her better first. I can explain why if you're not DT-familiar.]

"He is. It is a shame that he is bound here right now, with only a lake to sail upon."
"And what is the Drop? And I know you prefer the stables anyway."
[ooc:that's fine]

"It's a nice lake, at least-- is the making of his boat going well, do'ee ken?"

Susan's smile is wistful as she continues, "The Drop were a large plain near my home, sloping down to the sea. It were where the horses were pastured."

"I think the boat is going well, at least in keeping Caspian busy. I can't say otherwise, knowing nothing of how to build a boat. But it will be a fine addition to the lake, and something for us to do on hot days."
"You miss home a lot, then? Being able to ride your own horses and be free in hgeneral?" It is Strata's turn to be wistful.

"I've horses to ride here, and freedom," Susan says finally.

"I miss-- but my world has moved on, lady-sai, and so have I, do'ee ken?"

"I do understand. I'm sorry."
"Are you Bound here?" she asks as gently as she can, knowing she's on shaky emotional ground.

"I-- I'm dead, lady-sai." Still steadily, very much so.

"And I'd not move on to --"

(the peace of the clearing)

"--the clearing at the end of the path just yet."

"I am sorry. Although perthaps this is the way of the Gods. They are fickle and cruel at times, so I don't know. But perhaps you have too much spirit to go to your rest quite yet. Enjo your freedom; it is indeed precious."

"Ka like a wind, my da' always used to say," Susan tells her. "Ye might say fate."

"And it's said also that ka has neither heart nor mind."

She mulls this over for a few minutes.
"That makes sense. We have the three Fates, who measure our time upon this earth, and we have no control over it. In the end even the Gods have little control over it. Indeed, for even a Goddess of my own time has been stranded here at Milliways. She is mighty, but she is now less great in my mind than she once was."

"A goddess?" Carefully. Very carefully.

"Yes, Athena, the Goddess of War and learning, the patron God of Athens. Why do you ask?"

"I've met a god here, and those of the Seven-- so I wondered."

"The Seven? Who are they?"

"They-- they're the Seven," she says, with a bit of a helpless gesture.

"Sai Desire is one."

"Hmm, is Lord Morpheus, called Dream, one of them? I met him a few days ago. Very, very strange. Hard to grrap, like water, or an elusive thought while half-asleep."

"The Dream-lord, aye." Susan nods. "He is, lady-sai; ye say true."

"I think it is time for me to meet the dream-lord again, if only while I am asleep. Shallwe talk some other time?"

Susan nods, smiling.

"Long days and pleasant nights, lady-sai."

"The same to you. Goodnight."

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