A lion who apparently knows something about Christianity?
And can, you know. Talk.
... Of course.
Clarice wants to laugh, except she's-- not afraid, exactly. It's more like the crazy adrenaline that comes with being afraid, and which she usually chooses to focus on instead of the actual fear.
And so, sounding baffled and somehow amused, as if this is some joke she just doesn't get yet, she says, "I ... I don't think we've met, actually."
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It is not accompanied by the crunching of footprints that one might expect in weather such as this.
And there is, distinct and unmistakable, a scent of violets in the air.
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What's that smell? Flowers?
"Who's there?" she calls.
Maybe it's just a very fragrant demon rabbit. There's no way of telling around this place.
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The Lion lowers his head to look her in the face, golden eyes solemn and bright.
"I am, Daughter of Eve."
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That would be a lion.
A lion who apparently knows something about Christianity?
And can, you know. Talk.
... Of course.
Clarice wants to laugh, except she's-- not afraid, exactly. It's more like the crazy adrenaline that comes with being afraid, and which she usually chooses to focus on instead of the actual fear.
And so, sounding baffled and somehow amused, as if this is some joke she just doesn't get yet, she says, "I ... I don't think we've met, actually."
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