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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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[no-comb-shep.livejournal.com]

"Seeing how the Wraith know the way to Earth now, and we need to figure out a way to stop it from becoming a buffet? Yeah, we're pretty troubled."

It's something of an understatement.

[treading_dawn]

"So it will always be."

Aslan's tail lashes at his flanks, almost restlessly.

"But I do not believe your will so weak, nor your mind. And if you are representative of your people, you will do well."

[no-comb-shep.livejournal.com]

He sighs. "That's what I'm hoping. We don't really have a plan-yet-but we're trying to think of one. And we put up a sign to see if we could get help."

At least the talking lion has faith in him, he decides. That's something.

[treading_dawn]

"It was well done of you, to take advantage of the strangeness of this place."

He yawns briefly, exposing sharp white teeth.

"You are, it seems, already well on your way to a solution."