As Fion waited for an answer, he watched in interest as the little girl suddenly began to rapidly age until she seemed to be about as old as he was. And then she spoke.

[b]"I am Fion. Who are you?"[/b]

Well...he hadn't been expecting that. But would that make this girl some kind of mirror of himself? It seemed to be the only conclusion that made sense. That last time he'd seen her in his dreams, she had both arms, but this time, she was missing her left arm, just as he was missing his right. Damn it, how screwed up were his dreams if he was envisioning a female mirror of himself? There had to be some kind of ridiculous magical explanation for this. It was probably that damned witch's fault, too. Still, he figured he might as well answer.

[b]"Really, now? You know, that's interesting. My name just happens to be Fion too."[/b]