And oh, but she's glad in this moment that she's had the meeting of Reepicheep, and lady-sai Neysa before that even, or else Susan feels sure she'd have been knocked over with a feather for all that Caspian's told her before of such things.

(the stories are true)

Susan drops into a graceful half-curtsey, making her manners proper, jeans or not. Her smile is a bright and shining thing. "Sai Horse," she greets the stallion. "Long days and pleasant nights. It's so lovely to meet ye."