(rural academy / lion father / mountain farm)
I’m in a rural town at an academy with potential dating candidates. One of them is a tall, dark-haired boy who lives in the mountains.
We hike up through the snow. As we get close to the top, he points ahead and says that’s his father. He’s pointing to a pride of lions led by Simba.
His mother is human.
We go to the next hilltop, where she has a farm. I greet her nervously and tell her I’m in a relationship with her son and intend to marry him. She is gentle and says she feels blessed to be able to do what she wants in life.
They produce milk, cheese, and other goods. There isn’t a proper cheese press—I see the barn and there’s only a cheese roller—but it’s still their most popular product.
The lions help with shipping.