It's tough being a Dad. And a Granddad.

[circle_of_life]

I haven't forgotten and neither have you. One day I will return to my rest amongst the Great Kings of the Past. Until then, we have work to do.

(Mufasa is more than a little protective of his family in this strange place.)

If they are well and happy, what more can I ask for?

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[justsnarkingly]

[sup talking lion, what's happening?]

You're a king, then? Of where, if I may ask?

[circle_of_life]

(Far too little and that makes him uneasy.)

Pride Rock. My father found it and named it.

[justsnarkingly]

[Edmund can relate, though really he just gets restless]

I see. A good name. I've never heard of it, though that's no surprise. The only talking lions I've met live in Narnia.

GRANDPA

[just_be_me]

[ No way. She knows that things are - wonky here, and that time and space doesn't really matter in this place, yadda yadda. But still, her ears perked up in surprise. ]

...Mufasa? [ She asks hopefully. ]

GRANDBABY!

[circle_of_life]

(He smiles warmly, tail flicking back and forth. Even if he had never met Kiara before, he can easily see Simba in her. Deal with this grandfatherly nuzzle because he won't be denied.)

You found me.

[circle_of_life]

Many worlds are connected. Your Narnia is one of them and my Pride Rock is another. (He chuckles. Talking lions.) Everyone has a voice.

[justsnarkingly]

[that sounds like something Aslan would say, so he smiles]

Whether or not one understands them depends on how closely one's listening, I suppose?

[orions_shadow]

[Oh man, biiiig lion.]

You look like Orion. Whoa.