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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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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?
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[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!
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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.]