[center][color=ed1c24][h3]Din[/h3][/color][b]Level 2[/b] - (6/20) EXP
[b]Location[/b] - Ancient Gardens
[b]Word Count:[/b] 396[/center]
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As Roadhog got up without a word and headed off into battle, Din felt a little snubbed that he had brushed off her concern, and wondered if maybe he remembered being peppered with crossbow bolts by her and Ratchet. Perhaps it was just his personality, as she, and she presumed the others, had no memory of the time they were being mind controlled. As Linkle ran forward to support Minako, Linkle suggested that Din hold back and protect Michael, whose position was vital, but exposed, to which Din agreed. She found herself with Michael, the Centurion Agoston, and the hooded figure known as the Master of Masters, who had given her a keyblade. As long as no enemies broke away from the fight to come at the group, they were relatively safe.

Still, Din had noticed the Gem of Winter light up on her Rod, and figured this was as good a time to test its power as any. Standing a little away from the group, she swung the Rod, her mind thinking of the frigid season. A small sparkling white stream of magic lobbed from the end of the Rod as she swung it and landed on a patch of grass, frosting it over instantly. Back on Holodrum, as the Oracle of Seasons, Din could change the season of the entire island to Winter. It made sense that here, with so many competing environments, her dominion of the seasons would be limited. Still, this would be useful, and Din repeatedly cast the spell of Winter to spread a semi-circular line of frozen ground between Michael's position and the raging battle. If any stray enemies came their way, the terrain should provide their advance with some difficulty, allowing herself and Agoston to attack before they got any closer.

She turned to Michael, Agoston, and the Master of Masters. Since this whole thing started, they haven't had a proper rest to just sit down and get to know each other, and if they did, more bombastic personalities, like Bowser's, tended to take over. Din was usually no slouch when it came to striking up a conversation with strangers, but what do you talk about when the people you were trying to talk to came from completely different worlds? [color=ed1c24]"I miss my home,"[/color] Din said suddenly, [color=ed1c24]"But it's comforting to know that you've got people watching your back."[/color]