[The steps are steady, growing no shorter in stride until he stands before the Lion, grey eyes meeting that of the King of the Wood steadily, even as Aslan nods in greeting.
Then, he sinks to one knee, the Master Keeper's 'point' pressed to the ground as the Keyblade is planted before him, right hand tightening about the upright hilt.]
..My Lord.
[His own head bows, as much out of respect as it is the weight of doubt and sorrow within his heart.]
Action;
Then, he sinks to one knee, the Master Keeper's 'point' pressed to the ground as the Keyblade is planted before him, right hand tightening about the upright hilt.]
..My Lord.
[His own head bows, as much out of respect as it is the weight of doubt and sorrow within his heart.]
Thank you for seeing me.