[It feels like her for a lack of a better description.
It's warm, alive, and pulses like it's a live heartbeat in Thomas's hand. If he looks long enough, it's a prism that contains multitudes of colors, and yet the surface is as clear as a mirror, enough so that his own face reflects back at him.
And maybe, just maybe any residual energy that Thomas may have, he can feel it rolling over the crystal's facets.
Berna watches him closely for his reaction (she's curious too; these people were different after all, how does the magic taste to them?)]
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It's warm, alive, and pulses like it's a live heartbeat in Thomas's hand. If he looks long enough, it's a prism that contains multitudes of colors, and yet the surface is as clear as a mirror, enough so that his own face reflects back at him.
And maybe, just maybe any residual energy that Thomas may have, he can feel it rolling over the crystal's facets.
Berna watches him closely for his reaction (she's curious too; these people were different after all, how does the magic taste to them?)]