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[It's cold, and the weather's not the best, but that hasn't stopped Wren. She's outside in the courtyard, bundled up in a coat and scarf, egging on what looks to be a seven foot tall red dragon on roller skates. Oh sure, the dragon's drawn from chalk (as are the skates), but it's certainly moving in a realistic fashion.]

Come on, you can do it! Keep your wings out!

[The teenager demonstrates, holding her arms out to the side and up as she walks in front of the drawing. It cocks it's head at her, letting out a questioning chirp, of all noises, as it spreads it's wings for balance. Wren giggles, jumping out of the way.]

That's it! Remember to skate, not just clomp around!

[As the dragon attempts to comply, Wren glances up at the sky briefly. It'd rained a little earlier, and she's sure it will again while she's out here. It'll be a good test to see if she can hold the drawing together.]

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[Letting a dragon run around here might not be a good idea... even a tiny one like that. Shadow Link watches her from, well, the shadows.]

You know, they're not usually smart enough to obey commands as complex as that.

[The voice startles her, and Wren turns around, looking for the source. She wasn't expecting to be interrupted, surprisingly.]

Yeah, well, mine are! It's me, and I'm not stupid.

[Possibly slightly offended, but why should she be? It's not as if he knows anything about what she's doing. The dragon pauses in it's awkward clomping to stare into the shadows, narrowing in on the voice faster than Wren could. The girl looks that way suddenly and frowns.]

Don't you want to come out? It doesn't bite. The drawing, I mean.

If y'all are sure it ain't gonna bite, how can I deny a request like that?

[The tone is more joking than anything else. Drawing himself out of the shadows, he makes himself seen - though he doesn't step out from under the overhang. The light is irritating him already, even just here. Without the Dark Mirror to help, his resistance to the light has dwindled a fair bit.

He's really short, clad in old-fashioned dark purple, with a sword hanging at his waist. Other than the pointed ears, though, he doesn't look all that weird... right?]

It'll only bite if I want it to, and I don't, so.

[Joking or not, she's still just a teeny bit annoyed, but that fades fast as the owner of the voice steps into view. Hey- He looks like Link...except not at all like the one she met her first day here. Wow, that's strange.]

Uh...hi.

[If Wren's confusion isn't evident enough by the look on her face, it's probably made more so by the dragon clomp-skating over to him and bending under the overhang to curiously peer in his face.]

Ah- no, stop that, come back!

[Ha ha, whoops.]

...

[So much for you having control over it, lady. He reaches out to press a hand to its' nose, pushing it nonchalantly. As monsters go, it's not exactly the most dangerous one he's encountered.]

Hello.

[Though now that it's up close, it looks a little less ordinary than he thought. What the hell is that thing? He can't even tell what it's made of.]

No need to worry. Even if it were to attack me, I can't be killed by something like this.

[Being essentially made of solid darkness kind of helps a ton with that.]

[You're getting a happy chirp in return while Wren just stands in the background and tries not to facepalm. Why isn't it listening they always listen. It's her, so of course-]

It won't!

[Though she sounds more like she's trying to reassure herself now. Wren hurries over, tugging on a wing until the dragon twists it's neck to look behind and down at her.]

Go. Over. There.

[She knows she gets curious about things but this is a little ridiculous. The dragon finally complies, moving away and then reverting to what it started out as: a simple chalk drawing on the concrete. Wren sighs in exasperation.]

Finally. I was worried I'd have to splash it.

[Not that she couldn't have just waited for the eventual sprinkles, but. The last bit of his sentence finally sinks in, and she glances back.]

I don't think it could kill anybody, it's only chalk.

['Only'. That phrasing is a little irritating.]

Don't you think that's a little harsh? Deriding it because of what it's made of...

[Okay, he's never seen anything like that before. That's kind of weirding him out. No, actually, it's really weirding him out. She can animate chalk drawings?]

It seemed pretty alive for just chalk.

[Wait, what'd she do? Wren takes a step back, shaking her head.]

No, because it's only a drawing. I mean, it's part of me too, so- [So maybe it is a little harsh, considering she doesn't like being dismissed or treated like she doesn't matter. She sighs, throwing her hands up.] Okay, it is, but I don't mean to.

[Shoving her hands into her pockets, Wren shrugs, managing to make it seem like she's gesturing toward the dragon at the same time.]

Like I said, it's part of me. Not exactly alive, but close enough. I can do the same with objects too, and food. Not quite liquid though, but I've been trying.

[Oh yeah.]

I'm Wren. Who're you?

I'm Link. One of them, anyway.

[He says it as easily as if he's discussing the weather. Leaning against the pillar, he looks mollified by her explanation. Just a bit, at least. ]

To be more accurate, I'm "Shadow Link". A hero born from the shadow world!

[Okay, that answers that. Partially.]

I've met a Link, but he's taller than you. And his hair's different. [Not to mention his clothes. But other than that.] How many of you are there?

[Wren drops down to sit under the overhang, pulling her chalk free from her pocket to play with the battered, taped box. Sometimes it's a nervous gesture, but right now it's more to give her fingers something to do while she talks to him.]

A shadow world, huh? What's that like? [Even with mutants back home, things never got this interesting.]

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