[There's definitely more people here that can do interesting things, but nothing like Wren. She never, ever would have done anything like this back home. She'd kept her powers a secret, afraid of being dragged off or her aunt being hurt if someone knew. Then she'd ended up here. While she'd been terrified initially, she'd met good people who weren't afraid of it. It's not occurring to her now that not everyone that shows up here can be trusted.]

Stick people for starters, actually. And at first they didn't do much.

[She reaches over for her backpack and tugs a black marker out, drawing two simple stick figures on the lid of the box. A moment later the drawings are waving at them, and Wren giggles.]

Like that, the first time. But then I figured out I could make them interact with the real world, so things got a lot more fun.

[The stick figures cease to move before the ink they were drawn with fades into the box lid. Wren bites her lip for a second before leaning over to sketch out a small dragon, about five inches long. She sits back, capping the marker.]

Okay, watch.

[It only takes the space of a breath or two before the dragon rises from the lid, becoming a solid, three-dimensional object. It turns it's head to look at them, it's tail lashing as it lets out a tiny roar.]

You can touch if you want, it won't bite. I've done bigger ones than that, but they're harder to control. I offered to help this idiot boy and his bug monster find a way to escape, but he's a jerk. Guess he didn't need me anyway, he had his stupid 'God' waking everyone up in the middle of the night trying to burn down the barrier.

[Yeah, it really hadn't taken Wren long to put two and two together that whatever the flaming rooster was, it was connected to that brat.]