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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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late afternoon into early evening

[dawnward]

[He's on his way out of his apartment in his dark coat, ready for another night of training. He's had his share of working for the week and is more than ready to expel energy perfecting his technique. He won't wait around mindlessly until dark falls, though; instead, he goes walking, letting his feet carry him wherever.

Somewhere along Sector 7, in the grass and trees, he's sure he feels some sort of light nearby, familiar.

That's what he chooses to follow into the slowly encroaching dark. Even if it's not who he thinks it is, it never hurts to investigate.]

[aslandish]

[ A familiar light, indeed.

He's been out and about a great deal today, but home is where the heart is, as they say. Granted, the woodlands of this world aren't truly his own, but so long as his purpose is here, a guardian is what he shall be.

The sirens have not yet sounded, but even without the usual aura of light that accompanies him into the night, he is not so hard to find so long as he wishes to be found. ]

[dawnward]

[Aslan always smells of sunlight wherever he goes. It's the closest Riku will ever get to actual light, he sometimes thinks, but he realizes that he doesn't mind that. Aslan's someone he could easily want to know for the rest of his days. He finds himself most at peace with the world around him.

He walks through the woods until he sees him up ahead, smiling.]

Aslan?

[aslandish]

[ He smiles when he sees the other, all light and happiness over the visitation. There are many he's grown fond of since his arrival in the Port over a year ago, and Riku is definitely such a one. ]

Riku.

[ A deep rumble sounds in his chest -- a welcome. ]

[dawnward]

[He heads closer, like a son eager to meet his father without wanting to appear desperate. He hasn't visited the lion in a while - and that's his own fault - so he's glad to see him now.

As always, he goes down on one knee first out of respect and greeting.]

It's been a while.

[aslandish]

[ It's been a long time since such formalities were necessary (if ever) between the two of them. He's touched by the gesture -- of course, he is -- but that doesn't mean he'll stand for it.

Golden eyes alight, he gives the youngster a rough nudge on the shoulder, enough to topple him if Riku isn't careful.

His answer, is a low, amused rumble. ]

It has indeed.

[dawnward]

[He does nearly fall over; he needs to shift himself and he ends up going down onto both knees, but his arms go out around the large head. He hugs him, pressing his face into his golden mane.

He really has missed him.]

Sorry, that's my fault.

[He rubs vigorously at him, like a kid who might ruffle a dog into playing.]