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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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She squares her shoulders, not in the least missing the teeth, but breaks her gaze away first of the two. His eyes are terrible. She feels she'll fall into them and, more terrible still, that she would feel better for it.

Temptation. Just as they warn from the burning altars of Tash, of Azaroth. He will steal her soul.

"They say you are a demon." He's looking right at her. No point in being evasive. (Besides, he'd know.)

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"They say a great many things. Have you found all of them to be true?"

His voice is still so warm and welcoming, though within it lies the quiet rumble of thunder."

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"They never told me it would be like this." Her gaze, which she can still only put on the lion for a moment, flicks to the window. Whether she means the end of everything or him is unclear, even to her.

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Aslan turns toward the window as well, tail lashing at his flanks.

And then he turns back to Aravis.

"They would not have been able to, daughter. Some things must be seen to be shared."

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"It is supposed to be horrible. Fire and flashes and screaming, begging for mercy from the gods while pieces rained down."

She's looking at him again, sort of, watching his tail and looking at his eyes a little more. "It all seems too beautiful to be so terrible, but why would they lie? It is not something I ever imagined I would live to see."

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"They are afraid, daughter. There are few things that drive man so well as fear. But if you dare put it behind you, you will find those other things."

His tail lashes again, then stills. His gaze is intent on the Calormene girl.

"Shall you dare to question, daughter, and to answer?"

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"But I am afraid of all of it, o lion." In truth she's terrified, but she can feel the pull of his eyes again. Her hands grip the sat of her chair but this time she doesn't look away.

"I would not even know what to ask of one such as yourself." And that is truer now than it ever was when the great aural demon of Narnia was a myth in her mother's stories.

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"There will come a time when you will know your questions, child."

Aslan's eyes are unblinking and fierce.

"And I will still be here."

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Without speaking, Aravis looks down again then rises from her chair and goes out one of the doors she can see, trying to walk with dignity when she wants to run. Hopefully it leads outside; she wants a wall between her and those eyes, even though she doesn't think it will really do all that much good.