I. video/action (dated to the dawn of July 23rd)

[aslandish]

[ The video opens in darkness, the only sound to be heard the gentle movement of waves lapping against the shore. However, the very moment a tinge of light begins to creep over the horizon, a Voice begins to sing.

It is a Song the likes of which few have ever heard before. It rises as the light grows stronger, swelling with the tide and soaring as a bird may fly. It resonates in the air as well as the earth, a happy sound that could make even the most solemn of men dance to its melody.

The brightness of the morning spills over the waves, glistening with the newness of day. The Song crescendos finally as the sun peaks in the sky, only to diminish and fade into the sounds of the sea.

A few moments pass before the Singer finally appears. Great paws, golden and velveted all, appear first as he steps into view. A large, shaggy lion pads silently to the water edge, the breeze rustling its mane.

He stands there for a little while before turning and walking down the beach. ]


[ ooc: Please have a look at Aslan's PERMISSIONS POST before tagging! Aslan will be wandering around the beach as well as the outside part of the grounds all day. Feel free to run into him! He will respond to this video as well. Also, if you think your character might be able to detect/discern Aslan's true nature, feel free to have them do so! ]

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[strategisch]

[After the wonderful Song that he heard, Armin felt compelled to stay at the beach. He sat back down and hugged his knees, hoping that something would happen to explain the event, or even better, that it would happen again. There was a good chance that he was dreaming anyways, he wasn't wasting any time by being here...]

[He feels Aslan approach more than he hears him, his great paws send tiny thrumming tremors through the sand. Looking at him is like looking towards the sun as it sets in the distance, bright, but not blinding.]

[Armin has never seen a real lion before. More than likely none existed within the walls. But he recalls a gentle memory, sitting in his grandfather's lap with a book unfolded in from of him, and a picture of the great cat.]

A... Lion.

[What a magnificent creature. He has to stand in his presence.]

[aslandish]

[ The Lion does not stop his approach not does he avoid the young man. Rather, he comes up to him, stopping just far enough so as not to be smothering him with his presence.

The greeting he offers is simple, yet not without warmth. ]

Good morning.

[strategisch]

G-good morning.

[Armin feels strangely unsurprised that the lion can talk. His stride was so purposeful, and his eyes were so expressive. And he has a sneaking suspicion...]

We're you the one that made the wonderful sound earlier?

[aslandish]

I am.

[ A soft rumble of affirmation. His eyes seems to shine with a light all their own. ]

Was it a comfort to you?

[strategisch]

It was... good.

[Armin, who normally had so many words ready at his side, felt dumb. Good. It was all he could say. It was truly, wholly good.]

[His tongue comes back to him slowly. But he's not frustrated. It's almost a relief to feel he doesn't need to speak so smartly and sharply as he usually does.]

It's not often that I get to hear music, and that was especially beautiful.

[aslandish]

[ Aslan nods once. ]

It is a Song for the Morning.

[ Not quite the Song of Beginnings, which is more powerful and infinite in scope, but similar in certain aspects. He smiles. ]

Would you hear it again?

[strategisch]

[A lion, smiling. Even though he has never seen one before, an animal smiling still strikes him as odd. He tilts his head a little.]

Yes, please.