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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]

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."

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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?

[treading_dawn]

"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."