(Untitled)

[treading_dawn]

In one of the more shadowed corners of the bar something stirs, tawny-gold fur catching the light.

It is a Lion, head coming up off his forepaws, solemn golden eyes watching the patrons as they pass by.

Aslan has been here for quite some time.

Comments

[smallestopener]

"Oh! A lion!" Ingress hurries over and stands before Aslan. She waves, excited. She's never seen a lion here before. "Hi."

[treading_dawn]

The tip of Aslan's tail twitches quietly, and golden eyes are warm indeed when they regard Ingress.

"Hello and well met, child of Below."

[smallestopener]

"You know where I'm from!" she says, her eyes dancing with color. "Do you know Tom or Door?"

[treading_dawn]

"I do, indeed, though in a less direct fashion."

He lashes his tail, voice warm with amusement.

"Come closer, if you would. I mean no harm, here."

[smallestopener]

"I know! You're like-" she pauses to try to find the right words as she comes closer, without fear. What she means to say comes together all of a sudden and she smiles and smiles as she pets his mane. "You're like Aziraphael! You make me feel all happy and warm. Are you an angel, too?"

[treading_dawn]

"Not quite, child. Though as a comparison it will certainly serve you well."

The scent rising from his mane is warm and sweet, like summer flowers, or hot gingerbread at Christmastime.

[smallestopener]

She hugs him. "I like it when people like you come here."

She knows he's just like Megwyn, who is a person in horse shape.

[treading_dawn]

"I am glad to hear it, child."

He lowers his head, leaning gently against her.

"I have long loved this place, as well."

[smallestopener]

"Me too," she says, twining her hands through his mane as other young girls did in a world far away.

She stays there a while, talking with Aslan of happy things before she has to go home.