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 ( Read more... )

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.

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.

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,

Susan.

"'RIZA!" A plate goes whirling over the grass near the lake, a safe distance from the bar, and slices into its target ( Read more... )

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.

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.

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.

[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?"

[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