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Lucas shrugs, noting the glitter with a small frown, but not much of one. "No apologies necessary, but I'm afraid I can't answer your question in a way that's likely to satisfy your curiosity." He cups his hands and scoops up some of the water, letting it slowly trickle through his fingers.
"The magic that I do isn't mine any more than this water is mine because I let it run through my fingers. Its here, it exists, and the spirits are kind enough to let it run through my hands now and then because I know how to ask nicely. The spirits, and the magic, were here before me, they'll be here when I'm gone. They're just kind enough to let me put my hands in the stream now and then. So to be quite frank, when you ask, in terms of magic, 'what can I do', the best answer I can give you is: I listen."