Aslan smiles again, albeit gently. There is great power in a name, especially one's True Name. It is a concept he understands well, and so he does not begrudge her that.
The air seems to grow a touch warmer as they walk. Truly, the winter must be nearly over.
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Aslan smiles again, albeit gently. There is great power in a name, especially one's True Name. It is a concept he understands well, and so he does not begrudge her that.
The air seems to grow a touch warmer as they walk. Truly, the winter must be nearly over.
After a moment, he poses a soft question-
"These lands, Arturia. What do you make of them?"