"Learn magic?" begain Nym as she, Beranhond, and Tigrisclawu admired Nesme's pen. Nym hopped up to sit on the side of the pen. She smiled wryly at Beranhond. "I didn't learn magic. I just know it, like my mother before me and her mother before her. We're descended of the fey, and so possess some... unique abilities." Nym plucked a seed from Tigrisclawu's fur, and it burst to life, winding around Nym's arm slowly. (Entagle) Nym placed the growing seed onto one of the pen's posts and the plant continued to wind itself around the wooden frame. "I went to school in Silverymoon for a time, though, but it was booooring so I left!" She shrugged and smiled at Beranhond. "Did you see the sign I painted on my door?" She asked, hopping down from her perch to run to her door now labeled "Admiral Nym."
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