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Nhim has been making her way south from Nebraska-she'd rather head north towards her preferred climate, truth be told...but she also knows that food is more likely to be plentiful-not to mention easier to catch-towards the south, and right now, her stomach is the most pressing matter on her mind. Of course, there's still matter of finding a cave or the like that she can't get stuck in to make into a lair, and then outfitting it with a new hoard. For now, though? It's all about food.

She peers down at the landscape, her ears pricking forward as she spots an group of cattle wandering along. The dragon goes into a dive and easily slams into one as the rest of the herd flees, then, after a moment of covering her kill with her wings and looking around-old habits die hard-begins to eat. Despite being a ravenous giant carnivore, she'd actually welcome company. She hasn't run into many things that talk thus far.

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"I practice, well, magic, really. I try for light and fluffy, but sometimes, there' just no help for it but a big old fireball." Especially in the middle of a nest of vampires.

"A fireball has saved many a life," she agrees, nodding. "I know nothing of magic myself, but I do have my claws and teeth-and acid."

"Acid?" Perky Willow is interested! In, well, anything about dragons, really.

Nhim nods again, then rears her head back, her fins bristling automatically. The dragon suddenly makes a noise that's halfway between a hacking cough and roar, and a black, slimy glob of something flies out from her jaws, landing with a splat several yards away. (Its appearance is probably nature's way of saying 'DO NOT TOUCH'.)

The reason for that becomes apparent seconds later, as the acid works through its protective coat and begins eating into the ground, smoking and hissing.

"Oh...cool!" Willow is of course, instantly upon it, watching as it does it's thing. "Obviously highly corrosive, is it air contact that does it? No, that's not right, cause then every time you breathe you'd be burning a hole in your throat." She picks up a stick and pokes the bubbling acid, delight on her face as the stick melts away. "I bet it's held in two different sacks, and the act of spitting mixes them together, resulting in an acidic mix. Man, evolution really had to stretch for that one!"

Nhim nods. "Something like that-I'll admit that anatomy isn't my strong point, though some dragons are quite knowledgeable. But I do know that there's a coat that covers it for a matter of seconds before it's eaten through. I believe that's why I still have an upper jaw," she adds, dryly.

"Hmm." Willow sighs. "Oh, I wish I had my lab, I'd love to study this in more depth." Yup, despite all the magic, still a science nerd.

"Lab?" Nhim sounds unfamiliar with the term, and judging by her expression, she is. "And I wouldn't suggest trying to contain it. It burns through most things, at least until it dissolves completely."

"Even magical containments?" It'll be worth a try, for sure.

"If anyone's tried it, I haven't seen them do it. It's possible, I suppose-but I'd suggest standing back while you do it." Generally, people's reaction to the acid is less 'ooh, nifty!' and more 'FLEE!'.

"Hmm." She nods, letting it go to the back of her head. "I'll have to try sometime, with your permission of course."

Nhim nods. "It's perfectly all right. It isn't as if I have a difficult time making more."

"Yey!" Willow bounces and claps, happy for something she can do.

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