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Between frustrating and seemly fruitless magical tutoring, Neodym liked to play and tinker with his toys. After one particularly frustrating lesson of failing to control the magical energy he had summoned, lashed out at toy cart in frustration, filling it with magical energy and causing it roll around his room on it's own while making creaking noises. When he showed his parents, his mother tried to be happy for him before explaining that it wasn't a "real spell" and that he should focus on proper magic, while is father just huffed and walked off. As time passed he continue to magically tinker with his toys, his prized piece a simple mechanical dragon that breathed (not very hot) fire, but his parents' (and tutors') opinion of his magical tinkering never improved.