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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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[holy-oats.livejournal.com]

Funny how that sounds so compelling coming from someone else's ... Lion.

"Ah ... thank you. Yes."

He's at a slight loss for other words.

Um.

"... Do you come here very often? I've, um. Never seen you before."

[treading_dawn]

"I am not always easily seen."

He is not, after all, a tame lion.

"It is also true that you may not have been looking."

[holy-oats.livejournal.com]

Oats looks sheepish.

"I'm, ah ... not always very observant, it's true."

[treading_dawn]

"Should you keep that in mind, there is great likelihood you would improve."

Aslan's laugh is warm and rumbling, and it fills the room.

"Though again, I am not always so easily seen."

[holy-oats.livejournal.com]

Oats surprises himself by how nearly he laughs in return; it's that wonderful.

"I was learning to listen, once. Only ... it didn't go so well. I think I, er, probably stopped."

Not so easily seen ...

Well, it's hard to hide a lion.

But it might be another thing, Oats thinks, for a Lion to hide himself.

[treading_dawn]

"Perhaps you should begin again, child."

His eyes are kind, though still filled an odd kind of brightness.

He may not be referring only to the listening.

[holy-oats.livejournal.com]

"Perhaps I should."

It doesn't seem like a wholly impossible idea.

About the listening, at least.

"Though I'm not sure where to start."

[treading_dawn]

The faint growl is back in his voice, rumbling low under the surface warmth.

"That is, in itself, the beginning."