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AU-ish: Susan and Caspian, somewhere, somewhen [Jul. 29th, 2009|09:14 pm]
It's quiet in the stables this early of a morn.

Susan's humming softly to herself as she checks over the tack.
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[Aug. 13th, 2008|06:34 pm]
The darkness presses close, weighing thick and heavy. There isn't anything natural about it; what surrounds her now is a choking blackness that smothers the mind and heart, urging a girl to be good, stop causing trouble, just quit fighting, give up--

(but I have promises to keep)

--give in, let go, lie down, rest for a little while, or hey, maybe even forever --

(and miles to go before I sleep)

But deep down within, where it matters most, she's stubborn, and that strong and gritty part of her (like biting on tinfoil) resists anyway.

Somewhere in the fathomless distance, there's a spark.

(will I lay me? will I stay me? bless this camp with fire)

* * * * * * * * *

When Rose opens her eyes, she's lying in warm sunlight on the bright green grass of a gentle slope. The little stream at the base of the hill that's flowing past her feet seems almost to laugh to itself as it goes on its merry way; it's such a happy and musical sound that it takes her a second or two to realize it's not the only music she's hearing.

Rice come-a-falla--"

At first glance, the young woman in the deep rose-colored chiton almost looks as though she's part of a picture. She's standing at what's left of an arched white-marble window in a fallen temple near the crest of the hill, looking down the slope at Rose--

"Down come-a rivva
Oriza we kivva
Rice be a green-o
See what we seen-o

-- and oh, but the smile on Susan Delgado's face as she sings is very nearly as bright as the golden fall of her hair.


"Susan! You're--" Rose barely has time to get to her feet before the other girl comes running down the hill and catches her close in a quick embrace.

"Aye, I'm well," Susan laughs, letting go and smiling at her. "And so yet are thee, but we've little time to spend, do'ee ken?" She doesn't wait for an answer, beckoning to her to follow as she starts back up the hill.

Rose falls silently in beside her, and Susan glances sideways at her as they walk.

"Penny for them, dimmy-da."

"I was just kind of wondering if any of this was real," Rose says, and Susan laughs.

"Oh aye, it's real-- I'm true, and so are you, Rosie Real," she tells her. "All manner of things are real, when ye're betwixt and between. Stories and songs, too -- do'ee know the one I were singing before?"

Rose shakes her head.

"It's the commala," Susan explains. "The Rice Song. The part I were singing's to honor the Lady Oriza, she who's the Lady of the Plate." She shakes her hair back over her bare shoulder as she looks up the hill to check the distance to the top, revealing the golden gleam of a hammered-metal band high on her arm as she does.

"Ye'd have liked her, I wot."

"Why's that?"

"Because she's strong, as are thee," Fog-gray eyes meet hers, and hold. "But ye'll have to be stronger yet before all's done, say true."

Susan pulls the armlet off and turns it around and around in her hands as they walk, almost absently.

"There's a story they tell of Oriza, and how she bested Gray Dick. Oh, he were a scoundrel and a murderous one, no doubt of it. He'd killed Oriza's own da, Lord Grenfell, and boasted of it, and the lady swore she'd have vengeance on him for it."

The metal in her hands is of a silvery sheen now instead of the gold, and flatter as well, almost as though Susan's shaping it with her fingers as she shapes the tale itself.

"She bade him come and sit down with her at a feast so as to have peace between them, and to prove her good intentions, as 'twere, she said they should both leave their weapons at the door of the castle-- and even dine naked, showing that they'd naught to hide." Susan rolls her eyes. "Old Gray Dick, he weren't chary of the idea at all, or mayhap it were just the thought of Oriza with nary a stitch of clothing that drew him."

Rose snorts, and Susan flashes a bright smile at her.

"The more fool he, though. They toasted each other, and then the Lady stood and took her plate in her hands." She lifts the armlet as though to demonstrate, only it's not a hollow gold ring any longer; instead, Susan's holding a gleaming metal plate with a razor-sharp edge to it. "And oh, but she smiled, and then she let it fly--"

The plate leaves Susan Delgado's hands and goes flying through the air with an eerie whistling keen, slicing toward one of the temple's broken stone columns as Susan cries aloud--


--toward, and then through.

Susan turns back to Rose with a smile.

"His haughty heart had undone him, just as Lady Oriza had told her maid 'twould, and just as she herself undid his head from his body." She reaches out and takes Rose's hands, holding fast, and her smile fades slightly.

"Oh, I wish it were different, but there's no time--" Susan takes a step closer, looking deep into Rose's eyes. "Not now, for thee must go, and go quick. But remember--"

"Susan, what--"

"-- just remember, and then I'll see thee again--"

There's no warning before the shove that sends her flying.
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[Apr. 6th, 2006|12:18 am]
It's a warm afternoon in early spring, and Susan is outside leaning on the paddock fence. She's absently chewing on a piece of sweetgrass as she watches the horses.

It's been a month since she first ventured back into the bar after the deep winter's bout with pneumonia, and although she'd taken up as much of her work as she could as soon as she could, this is the first day that it's been nice enough for her to feel comfortable being outside for a while, just relaxing.

Mayhap that's while a smile curves her lips as she watches Melina spread her wings and play a game of hop-tag with Solon.
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Voice Post: [Dec. 4th, 2005|03:54 am]
Now behind cut-tag to preserve journal layout.Collapse )
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[Nov. 16th, 2005|05:34 pm]
She had known upon waking. They both had.

(come yes come - soon now come)

Eventually, Susan had gone to the stables, but stayed only briefly. A quiet murmur to Kiseki, a glance around, that's all it takes to confirm it-- all's in order and well-kept still, even without her work. She knew it would be, oh aye, she'd trusted Caspian-- but it's a comfort and a sharp pain both together to see it so.

Particularly now.

(come there is peace - come there is rest - come now come - to the clearing come)

She'd thought that mayhap walking by the lake would help distract her, but Susan finds it to be like wandering through a dream-scape, misty and unreal. She avoids the trail, crossing the grass to the rocks by the shore instead, and sinks to the ground there. Susan splashes icy water on her face, then shivers and leans back against a boulder, trailing the fingers of one hand lightly over the rough texture of the stone.

Less time than they'd thought, and now there's little of it left. Days, not weeks, and not even many days -- a few at most, Susan thinks wearily. Bittersweet parting for a time, from most of those that they've loved, until they meet again in the clearing.

Parting forever, from a few.

(I'll never see you again - let me do the remembering)

Her hand closes reflexively around the jade rose pendant on its braided cord for a moment, and then Susan starts suddenly, looking down at it with speculation.

(a star had broken its rope in the stables of heaven)

Eventually, she lets it fall once more and undoes her hair, combing out one long golden lock before rebraiding the rest. Taking out a pocketknife, Susan cuts the single lock of hair carefully, as high up as she can. A quick knot to secure the silken strands against the errant breeze, and she tucks both it and the knife away once more before getting to her feet and starting back toward the bar.
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[Nov. 6th, 2005|08:20 pm]
It's one of those rare late-autumn days when it's chill out, but not yet bitterly cold.

Susan's decided to take advantage of this by spending part of the afternoon out in the sun. To this end, she's spread out a blanket over the grass near the lake and sat down there.

It seemed a good idea, and she'd meant to watch the birds flying over the water for just a little while-- but oh, she's growing more and more tired of late--

(a place where I could rest)

--and now, Susan is curled up on the blanket, with a corner of it pulled over her to shield her from the breeze off the water, fast asleep.
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[Oct. 29th, 2005|05:52 pm]
It had been late when they left the bar, later still when they'd finally managed to sleep-- lying close together in a twist of sheets with their arms around each other, her head on his chest and one of his hands tangled in the bright cloud of her hair.

When Susan wakes suddenly in the night, escaping with a half-choked, ragged gasp from fire-poisoned dreams, it's the beat of his heart that reminds her where she is, and the feel of his warmth beside her in the darkness that comforts her.

Sunrise will bring Reap even closer, but she'll not face this one alone.

(life for the crop - charyou tree)

One silent tear falls down her cheek, then a second. Susan moves just a little, turning her head in order to place a kiss just over his heart.

A gentle hand strokes her hair as she shifts, and when she looks up, Cuthbert is watching her.

"Can thee not rest, Sue?"

She tries a smile, a faint, trembling thing, but a smile still. "I've not been awake long, 'Bert, say true. It were-- were only a dream."

"Ah." He doesn't ask what it was-- nor does she tell him, for there's no need. They both already know. One of his arms goes around her waist, and Cuthbert leans down to kiss her. "Do you think you can go back to sleep?"

"Mayhap," Susan tells him. "But not yet, I pray ye--" She puts a hand to his cheek, then slides it back around the nape of his neck, coaxing him down to her for another kiss. "I'd not sleep just yet."

Cuthbert makes a rough sound low in his throat and pulls her to him, his hands beginning to move over her skin while she arches in response to his touch.

(come come commala)

Morning will come soon enough, and all the pain of the season's memory with it once more-- but for now, the two of them have each other, and there is joy in that.
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[Oct. 21st, 2005|01:52 am]
Once again, Susan has taken refuge from her worries and from her growing restlessness in stable-work -- both those tasks which are needed and those which are perhaps less necessary, say true.

The stalls are clean, the stock groomed and tended, and the tack seen to. Susan's sitting at the workbench writing in the ledger that contains the daily records -- feed used and hay stored, all the small details that are needed for a properly-run stable.

As she reaches up to replace the record, her glance falls on a small pink pony-- itself standing at the end of the shelf, almost as if to guard the books found there. A sudden, mischievous smile appears, and Susan quickly gets up and leaves the stable.

When she returns, she's carrying a scrap of paper from the Bar, of the sort that she uses for translation work when she's uncertain of the common lettering. Susan resumes her seat and takes down another ledger-- this one the stockline record.

With painstaking care, she adds another line, and blows on the ink to dry it before replacing this ledger on the shelf as well.

Smiling brightly now, Susan leaves the stable for the bar -- but not without giving the little pony a gentle pat on the head, first.
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[Oct. 14th, 2005|11:32 pm]
[Sometime after this.]

There's not anything in the stable this evening that needs doing but makework, but it gets dark earlier these days, say true-- and she's not wanting to be around many people just yet.

Susan sits at the workbench, a bridle laid out before her as if she's to check it over for strain. She hasn't started, though. Instead, she's looking blankly into space, just thinking.
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[Oct. 12th, 2005|06:38 pm]
After her da' had died--

(murdered he were murdered like Meg were murdered)

--Susan had found refuge in the stables and in riding, caring for Pylon and Felicia. Familiar ground, familiar tasks, and necessary ones as well-- and it had been a comfort, say true, for she'd felt close to him there and had eventually found some measure of peace.

(no peace here no peace to speak of only more killing and more sorrow)

It's not the same now, here in the faint light of false dawn, and Susan's steps as she goes toward the Milliways stables are slow and heavy. Meg had never been fond of horses. Anthy had--

(not dead Anthy's not dead you're like the roses aren't you?)

--and they'd gone riding together, just the afternoon before.

Before everything.

(the black rose - did'ee have to? no - I was angry - that's all)

She moves through her work silently, almost mechanically. Occasionally, there's a reassuring murmur to an unsettled mount as she goes through the morning's routine, turning horse after horse out to pasture, but it's the only sound she makes.

She can barely look at Boukephalos, much less Kiseki. She has no desire to ride.

When everything is done, Susan leaves the stable and starts back toward the bar-- but she comes to a halt in front of the greenhouse.

(you got Anthy to use a weapon? I've been trying to get her to learn one for ages)

Susan closes her eyes. It's quiet. There's nothing left here. The roses are gone; Anthy's in the cells; Meg's dancing is done.

(commala come come - left her baby lonely)

There's nothing inside for her that she needs to see. She knows what it would look like, anyway.

(blood in the dust in the dirt on the road)

Susan turns, stumbling a little, and walks aimlessly away from the greenhouse, from the stables, from the bar itself. Eventually, she disappears down one of the trails into the forest.

(no peace but the clearing)
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[Oct. 12th, 2005|03:32 pm]
She had come back to the little apartment a bit earlier than usual, after talking to Kitty about Caspian and Rilian, but she's not ready to sleep. She's not ready to try, although the weariness is there.

Still, when ye can't sleep, there's always work, she's found. And so, Susan is sitting at her desk, pen in hand and stable-record open in front of her. She's carefully and precisely making note of measures of hay and straw and grain, and the condition of the horses, as well as other things for her weekly reports.

If her thoughts drift occasionally to a friend and his bespelled son, mayhap it's only to be expected.
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[Oct. 9th, 2005|09:58 pm]
It's morning-- early still, although not quite dawn. There'd been no word when she'd gone out.

She's finished her stable-work now, and come back to the bar. There's still no word from the angel, and Susan's worried.

Biting her lip, she heads to Bernard and Nymphadora's flat, and knocks on the door.
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[Oct. 8th, 2005|02:39 pm]
It's a bright, clear day, and the air is crisp with the bite of autumn. Susan is outside, sitting on the fence-rail and watching the horses.

Occasionally one will approach in search of petting and treats, and then will drift away again. She's preoccupied with her own thoughts, mayhap, and watching the fall breeze stir the leaves.
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Note left at the bar for Cuthbert and Alain [Sep. 25th, 2005|09:34 pm]
I've gone with Caspian to visit Aslan's Country-- but I thought I'd leave this, just in case.

I didn't want thee to worry.

I'm safe, and I'll come back soon.

With love,

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[Sep. 23rd, 2005|12:02 am]
"'RIZA!" A plate goes whirling over the grass near the lake, a safe distance from the bar, and slices into its target.

Susan looks pleased, and then stills, preparing for another throw. Her hand naturally falls into the bag slung at her hip and then emerges with another plate in a smooth, practiced motion.

She's improving daily, and the cry that accompanies this throw is one of confidence and mayhap not a little joy.

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[Sep. 16th, 2005|09:17 pm]
Susan stands in front of the window, carefully taking ledgers off the shelf and stacking them neatly in a box on her desk. Frequently, she pauses for thought, looking out at the lake.

It's not the first time she's changed rooms at Milliways, say true -- but it's different this time, oh aye. Not bad, never that-- but different.
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[Sep. 10th, 2005|01:31 pm]
She was awake early, restless and full of nerves.

It's not time yet, but it's nearly so, and still she can't quite believe it's real.

But oh, as she looks at the things neatly arranged in preparation, Susan Delgado is smiling.
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[Sep. 9th, 2005|09:46 pm]
She's in her room -- not quite pacing the floor, for there's no reason to be nervous, now is there?

No real reason, say true.

And yet, although Susan Delgado (for now) busies herself with any of a number of small tasks to occupy her hands, her thoughts can't be so easily distracted.
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[Sep. 9th, 2005|10:50 am]
[From here.]

They're gathered by the door, the four of them.

There's a mission to be accomplished, and it is Shopping.

Susan looks at Lilly with mayhap nervous amusement. "Do'ee have any more ideas, then?"
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[Aug. 28th, 2005|11:34 pm]
[After this.]

Susan hurries down the staff hallway to her room, fear and anger mixed and fighting for control of her as she goes.

She's completely forgotten the few ribbons she still holds in her hand, and doesn't notice as a few fall to the ground outside her door.

Once inside she paces back and forth, much like a wild thing trapped and unhappy.
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[Jul. 29th, 2005|09:50 pm]
As the sun moves higher in the sky, the light that filters through the window of the room slowly brightens. Long-used to rising early to tend to matters at the stable, she's been awake for a while.

This morning, however, she hasn't yet stirred to leave Cuthbert's side-- instead, Susan is quiet, watching him sleep, a soft smile on her face.
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[Jul. 26th, 2005|01:10 am]
She leads the way back to her room and opens the door, then walks in and goes to stand near the small sofa.

There she's quiet, waiting, with her arms wrapped around herself. Susan can't quite look at him.
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Stable Employment Record [Jul. 19th, 2005|02:48 pm]
Stable Manager:
* Susan Delgado (sai_delgado)

Official Employees:
* Alain Johns (honest_johns)
* Caspian X (the_seafarer)
* Lisa Atwood (logical_prancer)

Unofficial, but Regular Volunteers:
* Sheemie Ruiz (pink_sombrera)
* Gavroche (street_sparrow)
* Alanna of Trebond (a_lioness)
* Galahad du Lac (garcon_dor)
* Clarice Starling (no_more_chianti)
* Edmund Pevensie (iustus_rex)
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[Jul. 6th, 2005|10:11 pm]
Susan is sitting at the desk in her room, working on records. Currently, she's going over the list of those who might be good candidates to take on what was Clarice's job.
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[Jun. 20th, 2005|03:35 pm]
After talking with Bernard by Crowley's grave, about Nymphadora. Spoilers for DT4.Collapse )
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[Jun. 18th, 2005|01:07 am]
After speaking with the Dream-lord earlier, Susan had returned to her room soon afterwards-- with a child in her arms.

Now she is settled on the small couch in her room, rocking the sleepy Derry and singing a soft lullabye.

And if Susan is thinking of a baby that she herself might once have had, there's no sign of it save for the wistfulness in her glance.
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[Jun. 17th, 2005|12:58 pm]
The world moves on. She's known it since she were eleven, say true-- since the day they buried Pat Delgado.

And there's that which still needs doing-- the horses (of courses) need tending, among other things. She goes about her routine, and if the familiar habits of her work help to soothe the ache of losing another friend--

(I saw that a star had broken its rope in the stables of heaven)

--well, mayhap there's naught wrong with that.

But today when Susan finishes the morning's chores, she spends a few minutes on the far side of the pasture, in the grass and at the edge of the forest as well-- and then she leads Boukephalos from the paddock. The great black war-horse seems eager for a run, and it's with soft words that she encourages him toward the lake trail-- but she brings him to a stop near a patch of disturbed ground, first.

She knows what it is now, say true. Susan slides from the stallion's back and leaves him to crop at the green grass while she approaches the small mound, carrying the wildflowers she's collected. Field daisies and dandelions, blue violets and green fern, scattered throughout with the dusky pink of wild roses-- not for him the sheltered blossoms of Anthy's greenhouse, never in life.

She carefully lays the small bouquet on the earth of the fresh grave--

(when one body gets killed we just go back and wait)

--and stands there quiet for a little, before she says with soft determination to the empty air,

"Just -- it's just to remember, do'ee ken? Until thee come back."

Boukephalos snorts, pawing at the ground behind her, and Susan turns quickly and goes to him, with a small laugh. "Aye, thee proud one, thee restless-- ye never got on, I kennit-- ye've been very patient, say true--"

She mounts once more and turns him toward the flat stretch, then leans forward and speaks into his ear. The great horse leaps forward, hooves thundering, and black mane and golden hair blow tangled in the wind of their passing as they


race over the open ground toward the distant forest beyond the far lake shore.
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[Jun. 16th, 2005|02:20 pm]
The room is quiet and still and neatly kept, save for a badge lying on the table in front of the window, as though it has been haphazardly tossed there for the time being.

Dawn is still some time away, and Susan Delgado is asleep.
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[Jun. 15th, 2005|01:38 pm]
It's rarely much past sunrise when Susan goes to the stables of a morning, and today is no different. She enjoys it, say true-- this early hour outdoors with few or no people around, the sight of the dew on the grass shining as the first light falls on it, the simple peace that comes with dawn.

The horses are accustomed to her habits now, as well, and she can count on seeing heads over stall doors as she steps inside, on being greeted with whinnies and nickering as she deals with things important to them-- matters of water and hay and grain. A pat here, a soft word there, the occasional apple or carrot or other treat. Small rituals, of the sort that have always mattered to Pat Delgado's daughter.

(Even if you could go home, Sue -- would you choose to?)

As she works, Desire's words come back to her occasionally, although she doesn't dwell on them. Susan knows the answer, after all, and knows it very well indeed-- and has known it for some time, although she doesn't think about that either.

When the morning's work is finished, she goes back outside and moves with light quick steps across the now sun-dried grass to a stand of flowering bushes that curve in a gentle arc by the water. There Susan sits down, reaching out to gently brush a finger against the deep red petals of a single rose-- and then she leans back, golden hair falling back over her shoulders and face uptilted toward the sun, almost seeming to listen for something she can't quite hear.

This also is a routine, although she thinks it's one she'll never take for granted.

(the idea of it... a heart of light and love)

She stays there for some time, quiet and thoughtful, while the sun rises higher in the sky. Eventually, Susan climbs to her feet and moves on to the rest of her day.
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[Jun. 5th, 2005|11:32 pm]
(Left with the bar, before she slept, and written out with great care.)

Dear Cuthbert--

I came looking for thee before, when this happened, but I couldn't find ye-- but I'm all right, I promise.

The not-man's name is Doctor Hawley John Griffin. I found him in the stables when I went out late-- he'd used the emergency kit there to treat his cut, do'ee ken? It gave him away, and he answered me when I called out--

--he's been living in the hayloft there for three weeks. (Here there is an inkblot, as though something has been crossed out.) ... I talked to him for a little while.

Anyhow, he's not there now, he's taken a room in the bar like everyone else, and he says he's not interested in seeing River punished.

I don't know what to think of him-- but he didn't try to hurt me, and told me a lot of things that I'll tell ye about when I see ye next.

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[May. 31st, 2005|10:55 pm]
She leads him out of the bar and down the hallway to her quarters-- not out by the lake, nor to the stables, not for this, she thinks. Not any place where someone else might come.

Susan opens the door to let them both in, then gently tugs at his hand again, drawing Cuthbert across the room to the small sofa and to sit by her side.
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[May. 25th, 2005|03:16 pm]
She's not avoiding the bar, not precisely. It's only that there's that which needs doing in the stables, and with the stock-- and so Susan Delgado is out in the training ring, working Corella on a lunge rope.

And thinking a little, mayhap.
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[May. 17th, 2005|09:52 pm]
Following their ride, Elaine and Susan return to the stables. Soon afterward, Elaine heads back to the bar, while Susan remains behind to tend to tack and grooming.

She finishes unsaddling Kiseki and carries the tack back into the stable.
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[May. 11th, 2005|01:27 am]
She comes back to her room from the bar, but she's not yet tired enough-- nor is her mind quiet enough, say true-- to sleep.

Susan feeds a few peanuts to Joanie, and then watches in amusement as the tinyphant returns to playing with her plastic dinosaurs. She sits down at her desk, then, and begins to make note of the day's records in the stable accounts.
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Stockline Record-Book [May. 8th, 2005|04:58 pm]
(Entries for the year 2005, Milliways reckoning.)

(Milliways bar date: May 8th.)

* BOUKEPHALOS, a stallion, black; true-bred, threaded stock, full-grown. Battle-trained and fully besides. Belonging to Kassandra, a princess, brought/gifted of Crowley.

* KISEKI, a gelding, bay, with white blaze; threaded stock, spirited, full-grown (estimated 7 or 8); saddle-trained. Belonging to Susan Delgado, gifted of Roland Deschain. Belonging to Caspian, gifted of Susan Allgood. (The previous edit is made in Susan's careful hand.)

* MELINA, a pegasus filly, white; threaded stock (?), white wings, non-mutant. Near-yearling, halter trained. Belonging to Helen.

* SOLON, a pegasus colt, black with white accents at hooves and poll; threaded stock (?), black wings with white tips, non-mutant. Between two and three years of age, mayhap; unusually responsive. Belonging to Valentine Skywalker.

* DUNCAN, a gelding, chestnut; threaded stock. Two-year-old, halter-trained full-trained, now, to Peter's hand. Belonging to Peter Pevensie.

* CORELLA, a mare, palomino; threaded stock. Two-year-old, halter-trained. Belonging to Lucy Pevensie, gifted of Peter Pevensie.

* RACHAT, a gelding, dapple-grey; threaded stock. Two-year-old, halter-trained saddle-trained. Belonging to Edmund Pevensie, gifted of Peter Pevensie.

(Milliways bar date, May 9th)

* SPIRIT, a stallion, white with orange mane and tail; threaded stock. Full-grown, fully-trained, speaks. Belonging to Adora.

(Milliways bar date, May 25th)

* SERENITY, a nightmare, shadow-colored. Demon horse, needs no care nor feeding, speaks into the mind. Friend (?) of Iris.

(Milliways bar date, May 30th)

* NEYSA, a unicorn, black. Like Megwyn? Has chosen to dwell in the forest; mayhap arrange feed to be left in shelter station by paddock.

(Milliways bar date, June 8th)

* GHOST, a stallion, dapple-grey; threaded stock. Full-grown, fully-trained; battle-trained. Belonging to Alex.

* MITHROS, a gelding, chestnut; threaded stock, 17 hands. Full-grown, full-trained. Belonging to Alanna.

(Milliways bar date, June 30th)

* SPRINGHEEL, a chocobo, golden; fully-trained. Eats vegetables and insects and grain and hay, care as for horses besides. Spirited; to signal to ride, touch on the neck and ask. Belonging to Sabin.

* WINDFOOT, a chocobo, golden. Fully-trained, spirited, bites sometimes. Belonging to Sabin.

(Milliways bar date, July 17th)

* PRANCER, a mare, deep bay; true-blooded, 'thoroughbred,' threaded stock. Full grown, fully-trained. Belonging to Lisa.

* SLEIPNIR, a stallion, dark gray; threaded stock or mutie uncertain, but threaded mayhap, like the pegasus; eight legs. Full-grown, full-trained. Owner unknown. Seems very aware; prefers paddock.

* A BEAST, called PERFECTLY NORMAL; threaded cattle-stock, mayhap? Pasture-space with shelter treatment. Belonging to Arthur Dent.

* PLOCK, a dodo. Full-grown. Belonging to Liam Pace. Coop-enclosure, as for chickens.

(Milliways bar date, July 24th)

* MOONDANCER, a mare, white; true-blooded, 'Arabian,' threaded stock. Full-grown, fully-trained. Belonging to Nefret Forth.

(Milliways bar date, September 8th)

* EPONA, a mare, cloud-white; true-blooded, threaded stock. Full-grown, fully-trained. Belonging to Morgan of Brittania.

(Milliways bar date, September 24th)

* RAVENSCOURT, a thestral. Full-grown, at least part-trained. Eats raw meat, grooming with cloths, no brushes. Belonging to Barty Crouch.

(Milliways bar date, September 25th)

* JAH-LILA, a unicorn, red. Knows Neysa. Has chosen to dwell in the forest as well; mayhap will seek aid with winter grooming and feeding at shelter station, as she wishes.

(Milliways bar date, October 2nd)

* LIAFFEN, a stallion, palomino-gold; threaded stock, full-grown, fully-trained. Belonging to Arithon.

(Milliways bar date, October 20th)

* KILLER, a miniature pony, pink; bloodline unknown, age uncertain, training not required. Belonging to Caspian.

(Milliways bar date, October 25th)

* BINKY, a stallion, pure white; true-bred, threaded stock, full-grown. Battle-trained and fully. Not to be shod by folken here, ever. Belonging to sai Death, the one as a skeleton, not the Lady Morphia.
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[May. 8th, 2005|04:47 pm]
There's more to managing horses than simply caring for them, and well Susan knows it. And so, having obtained a leather-bound ledger and a set of quill-pens from the bar--

(sunlight in the air and dust lying on the desk in Pat Delgado's office)

--she sets about making a stockline record-book for the Milliways stables.

The light through the window falls on the desk where she sits as she works, frowning slightly in concentration as she writes in a combination of the letters she knows and those she's carefully copied from the nameplates Helen has put up in the stables.

When finished, Susan closes the ledger and sets the book carefully back on the shelf, then pulls a second ledger down. In this one, on a page left blank for such purpose at the beginning of the book-- before a series of records on details of grain and hay consumption, tack repair and other notes of daily work-- she makes meticulous note of Clarice's employment and the terms of same, dating it neatly when finished.

She sets that book aside as well, and finally drafts a letter as a report for Bernard, detailing events that he might find of interest. Upon finishing that, Susan stands up, stretching, and then picks up the letter and heads out to the main bar.
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[May. 3rd, 2005|02:08 am]
[OOC: After this.]

It is dark, but she does not care, say true. Susan is sitting on the grass near the stable, knees drawn up and arms resting on them. Her face is buried in her arms, and her unbraided hair spills about her in a golden fall, hiding her from the world.

She is very still, and absolutely quiet.
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[May. 1st, 2005|08:50 pm]
As the first light of dawn filters across the sky, Susan is already out and riding, heading away from the bar. At her urging, Kiseki races past the lake and across a field beyond-- and then the two of them veer onto an unknown forest path, although at a more reasonable pace, say true.

Hours later, the branches along another path are brushed aside as they return. The bay gelding is tired, but not winded, and Susan murmurs softly as she eases him back from a trot to a walk, then dismounts, leading him to the greenhouse-- and then she stops, staring.

The sounds of construction are gone, and the stable stands newly-completed before her wide eyes. And oh, her smile is sudden and bright, now, as she leads Kiseki into the new stable, and sets about caring for him there.

Back and forth she goes over the rest of the afternoon, and soon Melina is settled in the new building as well, and all of the equipment stored away proper, as suits Pat Delgado's daughter.

Tired, but pleased, Susan surveys the stable -- and then finally turns and goes back into the bar.
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[May. 1st, 2005|08:13 pm]
She leaves the bar, because it is all that she can do without screaming or crying again, and she's wept enough tears for one evening, say true. She goes back to her room, there to sit by the window and stare out into the darkness.

(my first thought was he lied in every word)

He had lied to her, oh aye, and she had known it at the time. Are thee well, Roland? Truly well? -- I'm never not. Even so, it's not that which troubles her most -- Susan Delgado is wise enough to know by now that some things must be said for politeness's sake, no matter what the heart of the matter may be, and she'd been prepared to do whatever she could to aid him, still.

(I'll help, when the time comes. I promise.)

But for him to have left so -- to have walked out into the Ninth Precinct of Death, as the hateful cat-man had said -- and willingly, now, it seems, and without even so much as a word to Alain or to her--

(ye will leave me again, won't ye?)

--it's cruel, she thinks, bitterly cruel, and what have any of them done to deserve such hurt? Not that he would leave-- for he will, and has already, and will again, and well she knows it-- but that he would leave so, without a look or a word, as they sat by worried and afraid for him? How could he do this to them, so casually?

(I've done things in the name of the Tower - I'm not the boy thee knew, Susan. I am an old man, and I am damned.)

She does not sleep. Eventually, in the dim grey light before dawn, Susan changes swiftly into riding gear and goes out to Kiseki. Riding will help, mayhap, to clear her mind of this confusion and let her finish coming to terms with this.
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[Apr. 27th, 2005|05:19 pm]
As her tears start to fall, Cuthbert gently leads Susan out of the main bar and down the staff hallway to her room. Once there, he sits beside her and simply holds her close, one hand running aimlessly up and down her back in wordless comfort.

For Susan Delgado, the evening has been one of joy and sorrow mixed, and both have been great indeed, oh aye. It is some time before the storm of her weeping passes, leaving her exhausted and quiet in his arms, her head resting on Cuthbert's shoulder as he brushes her hair back from her face.

Eventually, her eyes close. He shifts just enough to ease her down onto the bed, and stays beside her, one hand holding hers, the other stroking her hair as she drifts into sleep. Some time later, once he's certain that she's resting peacefully, Cuthbert slips quietly from the room.
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[Apr. 24th, 2005|07:57 pm]
The night before, Bernard had given her unlooked-for news, which had delighted her then and continues to do so. She'd spent the morning first tending to Kiseki and Melina, then looking over the progress on the stables with a new eye for detail-- although she'd been pleased to find that such didn't change what she saw in the building, say true.

When she came back inside, Susan had gone to the Bar and hesitantly asked for a key to an unoccupied place in the staff wing. Bernard had said true, of course, and one appeared immediately -- so with a quiet word of thanks, Susan had gone upstairs to pack up her things, what few she has, then carried everything to the new space. A second trip, to relocate an irritated Joanie, and then she'd turned in the key to room 46.

Now, having put everything in order, Susan Delgado sits at the desk in front of the window, looking absently out toward the lake.

Oh, Da' -- would thee be proud of me, could thee see me now? There's so much I'd tell thee about, if I could. I died, aye, and I'm sorry for that, but not for what I stood for, nor for those I stood by in the end. Poor Aunt Cord -- she were mad, I think, by the time it were all done, and Rhea and the damned pink glass influencing all.

Thee'd have liked Cuthbert, I think, and Roland, and Alain, and the rest as well, those I met here, where is not the clearing.

And oh, where I am now -- it's not the clearing, aye, and it's strange, 'Da, so strange -- but not ill, say true. I've friends here-- and Cuthbert-- and sai Bernard's another thee'd have liked, mayhap. I'm to manage the stables, to care for the horses and keep the records. For as long as I can, however long that may be, unless the wind come again to blow me away as it did before.

I love thee, 'Da, and I'll see thee in the clearing again someday -- but mayhap not just yet.

She sits quietly, thinking, for some time. Eventually, as the light fades from the sky with the day's passing--

(time is a face on the water)

--Susan stands up, stretching, and then leaves her quarters for the bar.
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OOC: Nineteen things about Susan Delgado. [Apr. 13th, 2005|12:37 pm]
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[Apr. 6th, 2005|02:47 pm]
She had missed Pylon and Felicia, the routine of caring for them and riding out on the Drop. Indeed, Susan Delgado had thought that she would never again have such chances, here at the end of the universe, say true. She'd done her best to resign herself to it, due to one simple fact -- her world had moved on.

And then Roland had come through the door leading a Miracle.

Now, she discovers that there is both comfort and a quiet joy in familiar things. She's spent a great deal of time over the past day going back and forth between the bar proper and the greenhouse, obtaining supplies and equipment, as well as hay and straw and grain, drawing on years of experience to transform the available space into a proper stabling for Kiseki, settling him in as best she can. For the gelding's part, he's responded well to the change in circumstances, she finds; it's clear from his behavior that he's been well-trained and well-treated-- surprising, mayhap, but there it is.

There's no pasture, and she's not sure about simply turning him out for exercise near the lake, not here; instead, on the first day, she works him on a lunging rope before returning him to the greenhouse, getting acquainted. It's warm enough inside that the blanket isn't needed after all, but not overwarm, for which she's thankful. The rest of the afternoon Susan spends going over the area near the lake, looking at the ground conditions and trails. By the end of the day, when she returns to the greenhouse for the evening feeding and then upstairs at last to rest, her smile is bright enough to be a light of its own.
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[Mar. 11th, 2005|04:02 pm]
Eventually, Susan leaves Cuthbert and Alain downstairs and returns to her room.

Joanie trumpets softly at her from the small pen she'd set up on a table in the corner, and she absently feeds her a peanut and gives the tinyphant a small pat, but Susan will not be distracted from her thoughts. She curls up on the sofa, staring at the painting on the wall in front of her, staring into space.

He had left her behind, as he'd said he would do. And she had helped him to go, as she'd promised.

Everything is very quiet, very still. Even Joanie is silent.

There is no wind.

Some time much later, Susan sleeps.
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[Feb. 19th, 2005|11:53 am]
After leaving Jake's room, she slips into the hall and pauses there, a little uncertain as to what to do next.
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[Jan. 7th, 2005|09:28 pm]
As the bonfire is set alight, the people around chant in unison: "Charyou TREE! Charyou TREE! Come, Reap!"

As the flame kindles and sets her long blonde hair ablaze, Susan tosses her head back and looks up at the sky, crying aloud her love for Roland before the heat takes the breath from her lungs.

Bird and bear and hare and fish. Oh, Roland, how I love thee. Bird and bear and hare and fish.

At the last, there is no pain. There is only the sense of a rushing wind, carrying her along towards the clearing at the end of the path.

Ka is a wind, some say, her own da among them. Ka comes a wind, and nothing can stand before it.
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