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[sai_delgado]

She has no reason to be so tired, really. No reason to feel this dreamy and disconnected-- but it happens sometimes, mayhap.

As a result, Susan is curled up on the couch by the fireplace, hot chocolate on a low table nearby. She is toying idly with a handful of golden and red autumn leaves, collected this afternoon on a ride through the forest.

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[creator_raven]

Raven might be attempting to steal her hot chocolate.

He replaces it with tea, however.

This might not be an improvement.

Still, he picks up her hot chocolate, and settles himself on the arm of the couch.

"Hello, Susan. You are well today, I hope?"

[sai_delgado]

It's not an improvement at all, say true. Susan looks with mild surprise at the teacup, and then looks up at Raven.

"I were well enough, until my cocoa went missing," she teases him. "How do'ee fare, sai?"

[creator_raven]

He pouts at her.

"I am better, I think. It has been a trying few days, perhaps."

He has not yet taken a sip of her cocoa. She may yet retrieve it, if she is canny.

[sai_delgado]

Her little smile fades a bit, and she looks down at the autumn leaves as if to chase away the imagined scene with vivid color.

"Aye-- it would have, then, mayhap." Susan glances up at him. "'Bert said that ye-- ye went with Lilly to help, and brought Wash back-- and that ye said the others were well?"

Hopeful indeed, more than a little.

[creator_raven]

Raven nods.

"They will be well enough, yes. Better not to leave things unfinished. So."

He smiles at her.

[sai_delgado]

She closes her eyes in relief, and her breath sighs out quietly.

"Thankee-sai," she says, fervently.

[creator_raven]

He quirks a slight smile.

"I do not think I am the one to thank, perhaps, but it is well enough."

[sai_delgado]

"Thee helped," she tells him firmly, "from what 'Bert said, and so I'll thank thee for it, an'ye would, sai, say true."

She smiles at him, now.

"And aye, it's well enough-- and he'll be well, too."

[creator_raven]

"As you will have it, Susan."

He tilts his head, grinning.

"He will be, yes. It is good, I think."

[sai_delgado]

"Ye say true."

She seems resigned to the loss of her hot chocolate, and picks up the cup of tea instead.

"How do'ee fare otherwise? Is there--

(a trying few days)

"--is there aught else?"

[creator_raven]

"Not particularly. It is merely an unaccustomed thing, to not have a body. It took some time to settle back in, perhaps."

Or something like that.

[witchy-rebel.livejournal.com]

[ooc: on-off, may vanish etc.]

"Good even, Susan."

[sai_delgado]

[ooc: and wow, I am sorry that I did not see this earlier! mea maxima culpa...notifications are not always love.]

Susan looks up from the red-gold leaves and smiles at Morgan.

"Long days and pleasant nights."

[witchy-rebel.livejournal.com]

[ooc: I...am gone, now. Very gone. *sighs* another time?]

[the_seafarer]

A familiar-looking ledger lands on the couch next to her.

"Been making an update to the stockline record, I see."

At least he sounds amused.

[sai_delgado]

Oh, dear. Susan attempts to look absolutely innocent as she smiles up at him.

"Goodeven, Caspian-- and of course, it's important to keep the records accurate, do'ee ken?"

[the_seafarer]

"Oh, of course." His voice is dry, but a hint of his old laughter is under it, without question.

"Hullo, Susan. Fair even to you." He reaches into his pocket and sets the little pink pony on the ledger, wher eit looks up at her with doe-like blue eyes.

With sweeping lashes.

"Killer thanks you too."

[sai_delgado]

Without hesitating, she reaches out and pats Killer on the poll, under where a forelock would be if the little pony's green mane weren't swept back.

"Well, I'd not thought that ye or yer dear pony should be left out, Caspian, say true."

She is bright-eyed and nearly laughing up at him now.

[the_seafarer]

He sweeps her a bow and comes around to join her on the couch, moving Killer and the ledger so they do not get sat upon.

As this horse could sadly not bear his weight.

"A kind and noble thought, my lady," he says, and now he is laughing as well. It almost brightens even the shadows under his eyes.

"And you know I am grateful for any horse to call my own. Even if he is small and pink." He inspects the tips of his fingers, which sparkle.

"And glittery."

[sai_delgado]

"It's all the fashion these days," she assures him gravely, reaching out to turn his hands palm-up so that she can examine them clearly. Autumn leaves lie scattered and forgotten across the skirt of her dress as she does.

"Just ask sai Raven, or Lilly mayhap."

[the_seafarer]

His hands are callused from the stable work, and he wiggles his fingers, watching them sparkle with a wry smile.

"If Lilly ever gets near me with glitter--no, strike that. I'll never let her get near me with glitter. I learned my lesson when I introduced her to this one."

He nods to the pony.

[sai_delgado]

"Do'ee say so?" she asks, still smiling.

Susan neglects to mention that she herself has glitter safely kept for just such uses, gifted of Raven.

"Lilly's trig, sai -- and Raven's quick." A beat. "Thee've seen his articles in the paper?"

[the_seafarer]

"Aye." He rolls his eyes.

"And to think I thought him such a sensible fellow when we'd met. We all have our eccentricities, I suppose."

A beat. "Trig, like Amy's trig?"

[sai_delgado]

"He glittered sai Ed, she reminds him, and oh, but that's still a source of some awe to her.

"And trig, aye, like Amy. Clever, ye might say?"

A beat, and she adds,

"Amy's dear."

[the_seafarer]

"Ed?"

But he shakes his head to dismiss it, for the moment, his smile softening.

"Oh, aye. Very dear. I'm terribly glad you and she are friends, you know. She's been--well. Very kind, and a good sister to me. But trig, aye, as you say. Thus," he waves his hand at the pony with a grin.