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[sugarsyrup]

Miz Deliverance sits near the fireplace (we're assuming there's a fireplace) wrapped up in a comfortably worn old sweater, her white hair long and loose. There's a tray of tea things nearby, and a cup in her hands, warm and sweet -- very sweet, the way she always drinks it

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[raventonbeauty]

Ashley is passing through, but stops when he sees her, thoughtful. "You're the one they call Miz Deliverance, aren't you?"

[sugarsyrup]

"I am." She glances up, the faint smile that always accompanies work like she's been absorbed in still on her face. "And you would be Ashley Raventon, am I correct?" She knows she is, of course.

[raventonbeauty]

He nods, thoughtful. "We've met before. May I join you?"

[sugarsyrup]

"Certainly. Have a seat. Would you like a cup of tea?" She's in a good mood today, and inclined to treat others well -- although with a few exceptions, she usually is.

[lightningcurse]

Mabon brings the woods in with him when he comes; the sound of animal feet and breathing, the rustle of trees, the smell of starlight and midnight.

[sugarsyrup]

Deliverance smiles, a small smile, and says, "Hello."

[lightningcurse]

"Hello."

[sugarsyrup]

"I don't believe we've met."