[ Even gods take naps sometimes -- especially ones that take the form of creatures who like to lounge.
In truth, Aslan barely sleeps -- he dozes, perhaps, but he is aware enough of his surroundings and those who pass him by. Some stare, but few seem willing to approach.
Either way, he has his fun in the sun. When Lancer returns, he only has a few minutes to wait before Aslan rolls over and...straightens somewhat. Not sitting, still stretched out on the ground, but apparently "awake".
A brief yawn happens, and then he's staring quite pointedly at Lancer...or perhaps more accurately, those drinks. Maybe, possibly, the sight of them tickles his sense of humor. Bacchus and Silenus, he is not, but it is a gesture well-meant. ]
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In truth, Aslan barely sleeps -- he dozes, perhaps, but he is aware enough of his surroundings and those who pass him by. Some stare, but few seem willing to approach.
Either way, he has his fun in the sun. When Lancer returns, he only has a few minutes to wait before Aslan rolls over and...straightens somewhat. Not sitting, still stretched out on the ground, but apparently "awake".
A brief yawn happens, and then he's staring quite pointedly at Lancer...or perhaps more accurately, those drinks. Maybe, possibly, the sight of them tickles his sense of humor. Bacchus and Silenus, he is not, but it is a gesture well-meant. ]
Good evening.