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[aslandish]

Who: Aslan (aslandish) and YOU!
When: February 13th through February 19th, day or night.
Where: All over the Port.
Summary: Even the gods themselves don't always walk unseen.
Warnings: None?
Notes: Permissions post is here! Please tag in with the time, sector, and specific location! Daytime threads will mostly be Aslan in his human form; nighttime threads and less populated areas like Sector 7 and the beach will likely be his lion form. If you have a preference, feel free to specify! Also, tag yourselves in!

[ A year and several months, not including the time spent in the world he calls his home. Though it is no great span of time for one who exists outside of it, he feels the days have been long, even for one such as himself.

Despite this, he finds he is content. There is something to be said for the work that he does. Whether is be an encouraging word by day, or a beacon by night, it is in the little things that he finds the most joy and happiness.

A true smile from one who was lost has ever been enough to warm his heart with the heat of a thousand suns. ]

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Monday, February 13th

[aslandish]

around the beaches

[returnsmagic]

[ Aurican is starting to take some changes to his original plan. He is starting to actually stroll out in his dragon form in less populated areas, to leave witnesses that yes, there is a dragon, and no, he will not hurt anyone.

These natives are used to many things, but a dragon isn't one of them. He will help their uneasiness.

So he takes a stroll on the beach, leaving beind massive footprints that will wash away by the chilly waves cresting gently on the pale shore. He is enjoying the view of the sky when he spots something familiar, and yet not familiar. ]

[aslandish]

[ He has spent many a long hour by the shores of the slate-gray sea. Out of nostalgia, or perhaps a subtle longing, but mostly, it is for the sound of it, the steady beating of waters upon the shore.

Today, he lets the waves lap at his paws, the chill dissipating (if only for a moment) as they touch.

When the other approaches, he tilts his head, considering the other with solemn, golden eyes. ]

[returnsmagic]

[ Aurican encounter a similar presence - presences, actually, in plural. It is almost like they are similar. ]

Greetings, Lion.

It is honor to met you.

[aslandish]

[ His presence is one that speaks of light and life, and all that is good, an ideal that he strives to set for others to see and follow.

He smiles at the greeting. ]

Well met, Aurican.

My name is Aslan.

[returnsmagic]

You know of my name. [ He is pleased, as it excuses Aurican his introduction. ]

How fare your walk?

[aslandish]

I do.

[ And many others, though not always with the same alacrity. The Port does not always tell him her secrets. ]

I fare well. And yourself?

[returnsmagic]

Very well. I fully intend for prove myself as a creature of peace to the natives. Difficult to sway the natives here, unfortunately, but I am unsurprised. Even the lesser beings from home had difficulty to overcome their fear of dragons.

[ But hey, if the elves and the humans manage, anyone can! They can do it! ]

during the day, around sector 4

[greenshift]

[ Jade still likes just walking around the place - probably a habit from all that time on her island, where all she has is the space within its confines to find ways to amuse herself - and also to get more of a feel for the place, get more used to the big city with all of its people and familiarize herself with what it has to offer. This perhaps isn't the safest strategy of a thirteen year old girl in a city like this, but she's avoided running into any trouble so far and isn't without a means to protect herself, so there it is. ]

[aslandish]

[ Not the smartest, perhaps, but doing so during the daylight hours is, at least, far safer than the alternative.

In his case, there is little to fear, but he exercises caution just the same, more for others' sake than his own. It's why he assumes this form, so he can walk in the midst of the population without disturbing them.

Today, though, he sits quietly on the side of a curb, watching the cars go by. A small kitten is huddled against his side. ]

[greenshift]

[ She sees him as she waits on the lights to change so she can cross the street, watches curiously the man and the cat until the traffic does stop and allows her to make it to the other side (kind of slowly, looking around and getting honked at by a particularly impatient driver before she hops over to the other curb). She's at the moment more interested in the kitten frankly, and it's for the little thing that she slows as she approaches them. ]

[aslandish]

[ The kitten appears to notice her first, huddling a little closer against the man as she approaches. Turning to see what is the matter, his eyes crinkle a little as he runs the back of his finger lightly over it's orange and white-streaked fur. ]

Be still, little one.

[ He smiles at Jade. ]

Good day.

[greenshift]

[ Oh no, she didn't want to scare the kitten, that's kind of distressing. But she smiles back at the man, looking from it to him warmly. ]

You too! [ And then, a little more literally - ] Hehe, it's nice that it's not as cold as it used to be.

Afternoon, Newcomer Memorial Center on the border of Sector 7

[paysdelamour]

[Francis lets out a soft sigh as he finishes cleaning up the grave markers. Mostly it was just pulling any weeds he noticed, and making sure that any dead flowers near the graves were removed. It made them look nicer. And somehow, he felt like those there would have appreciated it, even if he hadn't known them. And he was sure that those he knew would have appreciated it. Most of them, at least.

Now he was sitting quietly on one of the benches in the middle, facing toward the outer gate, and toward the markers for his Nation friends who had been there and had left. He debates pulling out a cigarette, then decides against it; now it's just a time of reflection, contemplation. He's not sure why he's lingering so long, he normally goes back home for a few hours before going to work. But now, he feels like this is where he needs to be at the moment. ]

[aslandish]

[ And there, in the distance, a glimmer of gold is faintly visible.

Do you investigate or no? ]

[paysdelamour]

[Francis notices the glow, and is sort of transfixed by it for a moment. He knows that glow from before. It's soft, warm, and yet somehow majestic, just as it was that other night. Slowly, Francis stands, before he walks out of the Memorial Center towards the light. It's still a bit far off in the distance, from what he can tell, but he's not really paying attention to that right now. All he really thinks about is intersecting with it.]

[aslandish]

[ A bit far off, but not so much that the glow can't be distinguished for what it truly is. A lion, greater than any other, with a mane that shines like so much gold in the light of the setting sun.

You know him, don't you? ]

[paysdelamour]

[He does. Francis continues toward the glow, his heart beating remarkably fast all of a sudden. He has so many different feelings about religion that it's only proper to believe he'd have the same feelings toward the being his religion is about. He swallows a little, and breathes in deeply to pull himself together, as he finally stands in front of the proud lion in front of him.

Then it occurs to him: What does one say to God?]

... alors... shall I call you Aslan, or... do you prefer another name?

[... yeah. Smooth move there, France.]

[olderthandirt]

[It is said that Destiny does not walk a path of his own, but that is only half-true. Destiny walks many paths and, although they are not his to tread, he has met the individuals whom tread their trails and weave their tales- influenced their decisions and guided them along their way.

But, sometimes he just walks, his book held before him as he traverses the landscape and reads from the Book of Souls. Even more rarely, he will walk this path with a friend.]

[aslandish]

[ And it just so happens, that on this day, the shape of said friend of that of a lion.

Padding silently through the woodlands of Sector 7, he falls in step beside the other, just like he's always been there. ]