Myren disperses her magic and rubs her head.
"I don't know any prophecy magic. I'm sure Eden, our seer, would be willing to teach me something but I'm still learning combat magic and practical spells. As well as a few parlor tricks." She says, forming an ice cube in her hand and 'unfolding' it until it looks like a butterfly. Geist sees Myren's butterfly and morphs his orb into the shape of a butterfly. He makes it fly over and land in Myren's hand next to her ice butterfly, which flaps its wings.
"I don't know any prophecy magic. I'm sure Eden, our seer, would be willing to teach me something but I'm still learning combat magic and practical spells. As well as a few parlor tricks." She says, forming an ice cube in her hand and 'unfolding' it until it looks like a butterfly. Geist sees Myren's butterfly and morphs his orb into the shape of a butterfly. He makes it fly over and land in Myren's hand next to her ice butterfly, which flaps its wings.
    
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So carry me from these walls, brother of mine. Show me the world outside, it has to be true. I'm counting on you to be my wings and my eyes.
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