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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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[treading_dawn]

"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.

[treading_dawn]

"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.