[It was an oddity seeing a lion sleep so peacefully out in the city, but it was even more eccentric that it was a god. Lancer could feel it in his bones--the reach of the thing's will and with that, he decided not to bother him in the midst of his nap. He continued to work, keeping the racket to a minimum.
It wasn't out of reverence or concern for himself. Lancer operated the same way a junior would keep out of the business of a senior, just for the sake of letting them rest.
At the end of the day, when everyone had headed home and he was left to his own devices, he took a few drinks from the local tavern and approached Aslan with them. He wasn't of the opinion that gods needed particular shapes--they just lounged in ones they found attractive. So, approaching him with a raw steak might not have appealed to him.
Ale, though--that was a universally preferred offering, he thought. So, he sat and waited for Aslan to wake up or to at least stop acting as if he were asleep. As a creature who no longer needed to do such a thing, himself, he wouldn't have been surprised if it were just him enjoying the quiet.]
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It wasn't out of reverence or concern for himself. Lancer operated the same way a junior would keep out of the business of a senior, just for the sake of letting them rest.
At the end of the day, when everyone had headed home and he was left to his own devices, he took a few drinks from the local tavern and approached Aslan with them. He wasn't of the opinion that gods needed particular shapes--they just lounged in ones they found attractive. So, approaching him with a raw steak might not have appealed to him.
Ale, though--that was a universally preferred offering, he thought. So, he sat and waited for Aslan to wake up or to at least stop acting as if he were asleep. As a creature who no longer needed to do such a thing, himself, he wouldn't have been surprised if it were just him enjoying the quiet.]