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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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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.

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."

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.

"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?"

Robbie shakes his head, "...No. There's Ludwig but he doesn't talk. My world doesn't have anything nearly as cool as talking animals in my country sir."

It's gonna be sir. Yessiree bob.

"-How come you can speak sir? If you don't mind my asking."

"I can speak because you are willing to listen. It has always been so, to the detriment of some."

There is sorrow in his eyes, now, a quiet sort of thing, and old.

"Your world has seen such men and women, has it not?"

".....Lots of people." Robbie's voice is soft, "-People who'll talk and warn about things. It's hard to make people listen though."

He grins, "Maybe if they were talking animals people would have paid more attention."

It's the best he can do for a joke, but Robbie's pleased expression soon falters.
Maybe he's seen the sorrow.

"....I'm sorry."

It's a mystery if he's apologizing for himself, his childlike wonder, or the whole of mankind and their sheer stupidity when it comes to matters of spirtual and mental health.

"It is a challenge indeed, my son. Though it is not an impossible one to meet.""

His voice is still gentle, and he stands, padding toward Robbie.

"As for the rest--there is little need for 'sorry', not from you. You have done what you could, and that will always be enough."

And a warm and rasping tongue licks delicately at his forehead. It is a kind of benediction, perhaps, and a moment of quiet joy.

There are no words.

Just a giggle and a feeling of peace.

Sorely needed peace. It is a bit responsibility for someone so young to try and take the world on his shoulders (as Robbie has swore to attempt) The look that he gives Aslan in return is far too adult for his age, but it dissolves like water.

Robbie can't stop grinning.

There is a vibration deep within Aslan's chest. Possibly it is the sound of purring, warm and vibrant.

"Take heart, my son."

Golden eyes are filled with joy.

"Your courage will ever serve you well."

Robbie stands up a little straighter, "....Thank you sir."

He lowers his head, "...I can't figure it sir. You-"

Sometimes, kid-there isn't an explination.

Robbie's smile fades, "Even if I get sad or scared?" Robbie hesitates, "...I was taught-that fear...Sadness...and anger were the enemies to accomplishment. To courage. How can a man be scared if he's afraid?"

It's more muttered to himself then anything.

He's new to emotions. Please bear with the poor child?

"There can be no true bravery without overcoming fear, dear one."

He bumps his nose gently against the boy's shoulder.

"It is the effort that gives a thing meaning."

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