Susan Delgado

[Narnia AU] a door upon the road

2023-06-16T21:58:54Z

As she walks the long road back from the Coos-witch's house toward Hambry, Susan Delgado thinks that she has never in all her life had such a strange and disturbing night. All the joy and wonder of before, when she'd dashed along under the silver light of the Kissing Moon, is so lost as to be almost entirely forgotten, and her mind is distracted by what lies ahead of her in a few months, when Reaping comes.

Not so distracted as to fail to hear the distant sound of hoofbeats approaching on the road behind her, however. Susan dares not hesitate, not with the dangers that have come to the land of late, and she dashes from the road into the nearest copse of trees without so much as pausing for a second thought.

She comes on the strange door almost before realizing it, and darts through it, thinking only to seek shelter inside whatever roadside hut this is. It hangs nearly closed in the air behind her as she realizes that it's no sort of building at all, but something far stranger. Susan stares in renewed wonder at the forested glade scattered with pools of still water.

With a quick, nervous look over her shoulder at the door to reassure herself it hasn't vanished, she drifts toward one of them, sinking down on its shore to brush her fingers against the surface.

In the next instant she is falling, falling at dizzying speed into the pool as the world whirls around her.

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[AU] a cozy autumn evening

2023-04-03T01:59:29Z

Reap-Night's only a memory now, and one that had ended in more wonder and delight than ever she could have imagined. Susan's sure she's not imagining things, either - Cuthbert and Alain seem less weary and drawn than they did before, oh aye, and she kens well how she feels these days, which is better far than she had, as though some dark nightmare's faded and vanished with the dawn.

It's a grace granted, and she'll ever be grateful for it.

Tonight's for more idle thoughts, though, and for busy hands as well. Susan Delgado's in the bar, curled up on the couch near the fireplace, working busily at a braided leather cord. She has her soft leather shoes tucked neatly under the edge of the couch, and her bare feet tucked up under her a long, soft cotton dress in a pretty lavender shade that Nymphadora had suggested she might like.

As she plaits, she keeps a weather eye out for Reepicheep, for it won't do to have him come upon her while she's making this, not at all.

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[AU] birds in the meadow and the weather's right

2022-04-26T02:13:36Z

The early-season snow's melted, and the weather's warmed back up enough that Susan's comfortable outdoors with naught more than a light jacket. Which is just as well, may it do ya, since she's established herself down on the edge of the grassy space where Susannah'd first taught her to throw the 'Riza plates, her targets a series of hay-bales, posts, and pumpkins at the other side.

Her hair's braided down her back out of the way, the plate-bag's slung at her hip, and her focus is something fiercely intent, fog-gray eyes blazing with determination. Susan's practicing hard and with a will on this fine day before the year turns in truth, oh aye.

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[AU] an evening like any other

2021-11-22T02:28:54Z

Sunset's long come and gone, the horses are settled for the night, but it's too early by far to sleep. Susan Delgado's in the bar, curled up on the couch near the fireplace, a basket of golden straw nearby and a second one with dark leather strips beside it.

Bit by bit, she braids the golden straw, shaping it into a long plait that coils back into the basket on the floor. It's a contrast of sorts to her own sun-gold hair, which as usual she'd unbraided and brushed into a long smooth fall for the evening when she changed from her work-clothes into a simple chambray dress in a light denim blue.

Susan's humming softly under her breath as she works.

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[AU] bright is the morning

2021-11-13T01:49:52Z

There are days, say true, when restlessness runs deep in her blood. If she were to be at home, it's at times like these when she'd saddle one of her da's horses and take a long ride on the Drop, oh aye, but here at the end of the worlds it's not to be.

Instead, Susan Delgado rises with the sun and comes to the stables that are her charge, to care for the horses and other creatures there, and tells herself it's enough and more then.

(Mayhap it is, and mayhap it isn't. Ka's a fickle thing, say true.)

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