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[red_mare]

Jah-lila is not one for the places of men, at all. Not after a childhood in their captivity, in a society that apparently lacked both cattle and the movable horse-collar but still had need of large beasts of burden. She has avoided the Bar so far, save at greatest need

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[sai_delgado]

She's not been outside today yet, as it happens. Susan's perched on a barstool, both hands locked around a mug of hot chocolate as though drawing warmth from it, despite the green rose-patterned sweater she's wearing.

It takes her longer than one might think, but the sound of hoofbeats inside draws her attention quickly enough. Susan turns to see and then exclaims with surprise,

"Lady-sai Jah-lila--" A hesitation, then, "Long days and pleasant nights. Ye're well, I hope?"

[red_mare]

Jah-lila flicks an ear in that direction, then turns and nods to Susan. "Emwe, Susan- I am well enough, and I thank you. There is nothing amiss, I think- my dreams last night were strange, so far as I recall them, and I came to see if I might find their hoof-prints here."

[sai_delgado]

"Ye seek the Dream-lord?" A quick, half-uneasy glance around the room-- although she carefully avoids looking at the front door, oh aye.

"He's been kind to me before, he'd be able to help ye with yer dreams, mayhap--"

[red_mare]

Jah-lila blinks. No one's told her about the Endless. "Dream-lord?" she echoes. "No, I- I think it simpler than that..."

She glances around until she spots where Sheemie sat by the fire.

"My folk rarely dream, and those who do rarely remember them, unless it is some message or sign they must remember. I did not recognize what I heard in the dream because I have only heard the Mother call my own folk home, and this was how she calls to yours."