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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 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.