[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.
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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?