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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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[smallestopener]

She hugs him. "I like it when people like you come here."

She knows he's just like Megwyn, who is a person in horse shape.

[treading_dawn]

"I am glad to hear it, child."

He lowers his head, leaning gently against her.

"I have long loved this place, as well."

[smallestopener]

"Me too," she says, twining her hands through his mane as other young girls did in a world far away.

She stays there a while, talking with Aslan of happy things before she has to go home.