[Oh. That was... really very fast. Felwinter's inexpressiveness hides his surprise well as he rises to his feet and tucks his Omni away in his greatcoat. He is staring, deeply curious once again about just what Wanda's powers make her capable of.]
The tree has an energy which reminds me of the Light. We're cut off from it here, but this is—
[Familiar? Comforting? Unimportant, ultimately. It's not what he wanted to discuss.]
...Wanda. I'm going to show you something, and I want you to describe it.
[His only movement is to raise one hand. In his palm there forms a deep purple orb. A tiny, shadowy swirl of emptiness like a miniature black hole. It dances and pulses with energy.]
Don't overthink it. What does it look like to you? What would you say it is made of?
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The tree has an energy which reminds me of the Light. We're cut off from it here, but this is—
[Familiar? Comforting? Unimportant, ultimately. It's not what he wanted to discuss.]
...Wanda. I'm going to show you something, and I want you to describe it.
[His only movement is to raise one hand. In his palm there forms a deep purple orb. A tiny, shadowy swirl of emptiness like a miniature black hole. It dances and pulses with energy.]
Don't overthink it. What does it look like to you? What would you say it is made of?