Let the heavens rejoice, and let the earth be glad;

[aslandish]

Who: Aslan and YOU!
When: 7 AM on June 21st to 7 AM on June 22nd!
Where: From the beaches of Siren's Port to Winther's Lake in Sector 7!
Summary: Aslan hosts the first ever ROMP around Siren's Port. Plot details can be found here. Tag yourselves in!
Warnings: None.

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Re: 10 AM - The Romp Begins: Sectors 9 & 10

[makeflowersgrow]

Eponine doesn't really Know why she's come, not really. She jad simply awoken that morning, on Alan and Eric's sofa, and had felt unusually warm, fuzzy almost. And she had had a sudden urge to go to the beach, one of her favourite places in Port.

She hesitated at the sight of the lion though. She had never seen such a creature and did not know what it was. She stood, arms wrapped across her middle and scrunching the sand between her toes (for she had no shoes), staring, wondering if this thing was one of the Darkness monsters she had heard so much about.

[aslandish]

[ No Darkness creature, this, but something far greater and brighter.

As if sensing her presence, he looks at her soon enough, the vibrancy of his Song still lingering in the air. He does not speak, but there is something in his gaze -- some quality of warmth or depth -- that seems to be its own invitation. ]

[makeflowersgrow]

She finds her feet moving forward, almost of their own accord. She comes within petting distance of Aslan, and slowly, slowly, reaches a hand to brush his fur.

She can feel it. Something in the air. Something so pure and good and glorious that Eponine can't express it. Her knees give way, and she ends up sat in the sand, still clinging to Aslan's mane. She's not scared any more. Whatever this creature is, she somehow knows it won't hurt her. Without understanding why, she buries her face in his mane, still sobbing, and murmering,

"I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry. I'm sorry..."

[aslandish]

[ Eyes solemn, he stands in silence for a long moment, the warmth of him nearly palpable as she cries into his mane. He stays there too, and does not draw away -- not at first.

Finally, he nudges her with his muzzle, a faint smile color his tawny features. ]

Dry your tears, Daughter of Eve. [ He says this gently. ] Today is a day to rejoice.

[makeflowersgrow]

She rubbed her tear streaked cheeks, spreading dirt across them.

"I am sorry. I do not know why I cry. But Monsieur, you are mistaken. My mother is not Eve. Why is it you rejoice?"

[aslandish]

I rejoice for that which is lost which has finally be found.

The Lady Eve is the mother of all.