The changes as they happen are fascinating, as is the push, a firm but polite way to end the energy flow. When the sensations withdraw, he starts to pull his hand back as well, a return on politeness he doesn't think on before acting on. Still, with the scent of the flowers wafting up, his eyes flick down, and he remains crouching.
"Kind of you," he says, though if it's for the visuals, the flowers, or the stop to energy accepted, he doesn't clarify. Instead he reaches out once more to brush his fingers against those energies playing across the chest of the statue, with a quiet apology for the impropriety (it matters, on some level, to him with a non-soul-stealing statue so far), just to verify what he thought he felt.
One is his energy, and the touch and general sense of it remains his. The other one, reminiscent of how the foreign energy and its warmth have been.
"Are you finding a way for them to work together?" Either that or playing some kind of chess game against themselves, seeking and prodding to find a way to either win out, or coexist, or consume each other. Truly, who is he to say yet, other than to watch and consider the novelty of it all?
Different energies makes sense, of course. Some compatible, some not; each world has its own energy source, and the SCA couldn't work on a scale to make that compatible across all forms. Could this living stone manage something more akin to it?
... Or was it going to blow up in his face? Sure, that'd be interesting too, if harder to explain to his family.
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"Kind of you," he says, though if it's for the visuals, the flowers, or the stop to energy accepted, he doesn't clarify. Instead he reaches out once more to brush his fingers against those energies playing across the chest of the statue, with a quiet apology for the impropriety (it matters, on some level, to him with a non-soul-stealing statue so far), just to verify what he thought he felt.
One is his energy, and the touch and general sense of it remains his. The other one, reminiscent of how the foreign energy and its warmth have been.
"Are you finding a way for them to work together?" Either that or playing some kind of chess game against themselves, seeking and prodding to find a way to either win out, or coexist, or consume each other. Truly, who is he to say yet, other than to watch and consider the novelty of it all?
Different energies makes sense, of course. Some compatible, some not; each world has its own energy source, and the SCA couldn't work on a scale to make that compatible across all forms. Could this living stone manage something more akin to it?
... Or was it going to blow up in his face? Sure, that'd be interesting too, if harder to explain to his family.