«We Could Be Legends»

Wolfram sighed sharply, tugging at the strings of his sweatshirt until the hood tightened slightly around his head. "No. Not Dog. Wolf. It's not that hard, trust me."
Bleddyn shook her head firmly. "Nope, if I'm Dyn to you, you're Dogsheep to me."
 
Bleddyn shook her head firmly. "Nope, if I'm Dyn to you, you're Dogsheep to me."
Wolfram dropped his head into his hands with a groan. "Yeah, but here's the thing, 'Dyn' actually sounds like a shortened version of your name, Dogsheep...does not sound like my name, it's just like...translating the meaning, sort of, something like that. And it doesn't make sense. Wolf is much better."
 
Wolfram dropped his head into his hands with a groan. "Yeah, but here's the thing, 'Dyn' actually sounds like a shortened version of your name, Dogsheep...does not sound like my name, it's just like...translating the meaning, sort of, something like that. And it doesn't make sense. Wolf is much better."
Exasperated, Bleddyn sighed out something that sounded like a growl and hopped down off of the bumper. "Your name's -at least I'm thinking this is how you spell it- W-o-l-f-r-a-m. Wolf. Ram. Get where I'm coming from now?"
 
Exasperated, Bleddyn sighed out something that sounded like a growl and hopped down off of the bumper. "Your name's -at least I'm thinking this is how you spell it- W-o-l-f-r-a-m. Get where I'm coming from now?"
Wolfram rolled his eyes, having half the urge to just leave, but decided against it. "Yes, I get it now. Wolves are like dogs which is the first part of my name and then ram, which is a sheep, thus Dogsheep. I get but still....no."
 
Wolfram rolled his eyes, having half the urge to just leave, but decided against it. "Yes, I get it now. Wolves are like dogs which is the first part of my name and then ram, which is a sheep, thus Dogsheep. I get but still....no."
"See?" Bleddyn tapped her head exaggeratedly and then pointed at him. "Pretty smart." She leaned back against the van and folded her arms in a clear display of defiance. "And yes."
 
"See?" Bleddyn tapped her head exaggeratedly and then pointed at him. "Pretty smart." She leaned back against the van and folded her arms in a clear display of defiance. "And yes."
Wolfram sighed, rolling his eyes. "Whatever you say. I'm to tired to keep arguing over my name." He growled, digging his elbows into his thighs as he rested his head on his hands.
 
Wolfram sighed, rolling his eyes. "Whatever you say. I'm to tired to keep arguing over my name." He growled, digging his elbows into his thighs as he rested his head on his hands.
"I'd assume as much." Bleddyn let her legs gradually begin to slide out from beneath her. "Blargh. Seriously, though, just how late can those scatterbrained snails be? It may just be me, but this kinda seems like a situation that rightfully demands urgency."
 
"I'd assume as much." Bleddyn let her legs gradually begin to slide out from beneath her. "Blargh. Seriously, though, just how late can those scatterbrained snails be? It may just be me, but this kinda seems like a situation that rightfully demands urgency."
"Scatterbrained snails." Wolfram snorted in a brief moment of amusement, a hint of a smile on his face. "But yeah. I mean, Mapleshade could find out where the Key is any minute, and if she gets here before we get the Key, she'll wipe us out in no time."
 
"Scatterbrained snails." Wolfram snorted in a brief moment of amusement, a hint of a smile on his face. "But yeah. I mean, Mapleshade could find out where the Key is any minute, and if she gets here before we get the Key, she'll wipe us out in no time."
"Well, heck, out of all the people to lag, those two..." Bleddyn trailed off in disgusted unbelief. Her butt hit the ground and her knees folded up her to chest. "And even Enchantress doesn't seem like the lagging loser type. Maybe somebody should call them.
 
"Well, heck, out of all the people to lag, those two..." Bleddyn trailed off in disgusted unbelief. Her butt hit the ground and her knees folded up her to chest. "And even Enchantress doesn't seem like the lagging loser type. Maybe somebody should call them.
"Enchantress." Wolfram snarled, as if the word was poison. "Anyway...actually, someone should....something might have happened...they are with the...Echantress, after all..."
 

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