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Aslan, son of the Emperor over the sea (
treading_dawn
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called_lioness
2007-02-17 04:03 am (UTC)
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Warm breath, smelling of lilac and heather and the sweet scent of roses, stirs her hair.
Then soft tawny fur brushes against her arm as the Lion takes one more step forward, solemn golden eyes looking down at her.
"Dear heart, fare you well?"
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Then soft tawny fur brushes against her arm as the Lion takes one more step forward, solemn golden eyes looking down at her.
"Dear heart, fare you well?"