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[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.

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[no_comb_shep]

Sheppard wanders past, then stops and backs up a few steps. "Okay," he says after a moment. "Don't eat me, okay? I have enough people who want to do that."

He's too hungover to care about how dumb such a request might sound towards any large predator, but he figures he might as well try.

[treading_dawn]

The deep voice is amused, rumbling in what might almost be called a purr.

"And have you given me reason for such a thing, Son of Adam?"

[no_comb_shep]

The lion talks. He isn't sure if this is a good or bad thing yet.

"...Teeth and claws?" he offers lamely after a moment. "And the fact that I've been chased by animals that wanted to kill me before."

[treading_dawn]

"Many creatures have such things, child--it is no guarantee of certain death."

He rests his head on his forepaws, golden eyes fixed on Sheppard, unblinking.

"And had you given them cause?"

[jusa_littlelion]

Robbie's trying not to get noticed.

Really trying.

However he just has to stop and stare when he spots the...thing in the corner.

"...Woah!"

You have to understand, most lions in Robbie's world are dead. Africa is gone, and all that remains are maybe the statues that sit out in front of buildings in the nether.

He should know fear probably, but he doesn't.

Cue a child with a bit of a staring problem.

[treading_dawn]

Aslan's voice, deep and rumbling though it is, is also capable of being almost gentle.

And so it is in this moment.

"Well met, indeed, Son of Adam."

[jusa_littlelion]

Only a human being who is deeply moved by awe and who remains in a state of reverence does not fall prey to the will-to-explore-and-dominate that which shows itself to him, but remains all ears and eyes for the summons of the awe-inspiring phenomena. The awe-inspired person does not want to get hold of or to possess what he reveres, with the aid of his intellectual concepts. He seeks only to get himself into the frame of mind appropriate to the revered object--one which renders him open to its summons and makes his vision clear for its beckonings. He knows: if he manages to comply with the phenomenon that is worthy of his awe so perfectly that he catches sight of its entire truth, he has succeeded also in releasing himself from the chaos of all delusions.

Robbie's eyes go wide, "You...can talk."
He knew Milliways was cool but-

Robbie's grinning stupidly, "....Hi. I'm Robbie."

Introductions seem like the best course of action.

[treading_dawn]

"I am called Aslan in this place, and in my own country."

Golden eyes blink lazily, and he lowers his tawny head to rest on his paws.

"You have met no Talking Beasts, or creatures such as I, here?"

[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."

[treading_dawn]

"You are partly right, child of lions."

Aslan's head turns to regard the dwarf.

"But best be wary of which part."

The rumble in his voice is sharper, now, almost a growl. Though there is amusement in it, as well.

[treading_dawn]

"You consider blood and a woman to be the making of a man? Oh, my son, what things you have yet to learn."

There is the faintest ripple of sorrow in his eyes, and in his voice.

And then it fades behind a sudden sharpness.

"In my country I am called Aslan. It is so here, as well."

[necessary_child]

Sam, sitting in a corner and sipping his coffee, eyes the Lion warily. He's aware that he should know something about this particular Lion, and equally aware that this is not at all your average creature. He doesn't like being aware of his ignorance.