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[called_lioness]

Caspian has asked, and Aslan's said yes, but that doesn't mean that Lucy doesn't wish to see him yet.

She always does.

And so she's sitting by the lake and...hoping, maybe.

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[treading_dawn]

Hope is not always rewarded--at least not immediately.

But this time, this one time, perhaps a little bit of immediacy will do little harm.

And so there is sweet-scented golden fur brushing her fingertips, and a vast rumbling warmth pressed against her side.

"Dear one."

[called_lioness]

And her smile is bright as she looks up at him and reaches out to stroke his flank.

"Good evening, Aslan."

[treading_dawn]

"So it is, child."

His tail twitches, almost idly.

"Such things are often better with company."

[called_lioness]

"Most things are betting if the company is you."

It's said with another smile.

"Caspian said you'll wed us."