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the_campus2014-03-28 12:44 am
ozren) wrote in the_campus2014-03-28 12:44 am
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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.]
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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What on earth is that creature doing on....roller skates? Are you mad? [Had HE gone mad?]
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No, I'm not mad. I'm just practicing.
[At her irritation, the dragon clomps over heavily, letting out a roar in the man's direction. Wren closes her eyes for a second, holding out her arm to stop the drawing from advancing any farther.]
Stop.
[Thankfully, that works. The dragon simply sways a little on the skates, wings still out, eyeing the man like he might be dinner soon. Not at all possible considering what it's made out of, but intimidating nonetheless. Maybe.
It is only chalk, as solid as it is.]