Aslan wouldn't have liked Varda's thoughts all that much. He was of course perfectly fine with the idea of playing and spending time with his siblings though the thought, however brief, of squashing them was a horrible one that could quite easily be true. He wasn't overly clumsy, but accidents could happen and he certainly would have feared it a possibility if Varda considered it for even a moment.
His mother would comment how the small size was perfectly normal, he in fact had been an odd child larger than any of them. Their names however were the comment he would treasure the most. A new brother and a new sister, Fate and Luck. Varda echoed the names softly and he would smile now as he gazed at them.
