"Gotcha," Nema nodded enthusiastically. She was glad to be able to show off, back home humans didn't do magic, and if people found out she was half elven she'd have been in trouble.<br/><br/>"I'm an animist... I don't do magic if magic is about control. I just talk to things. The trees and the rocks speak just like we do."<br/><br/>She walked to the table and placed her hands on the empty spot. She muttered to herself in rapid unintelligible speech and as she slowly raised her hands the wood of the table bent upward into a perfect replica of the tower they were in.<br/><br/>"I know it's not quite right, but I didn't think I needed to do the inside." She shrugged apologetically. She was oblivious to how difficult it should have been. "Is it good?"