Originally Posted by nicole black

promising, but Aslan was used to promises and how easily.... grown ups? no, she was a grown up now. 18, even. but the point remained, the feeling remained- promises were rarely kept. Watchful now, Aslan let her eyes swallow up the librarian.

"How do I know you aren't just saying that." simply says, head tilting so hair dark hair swept across her back like a smooth black wave. she wanted more than a promise and perhaps that might have seemed impatient but aslan was anything but.