[ Kahlil stifles a chuckle, making a breathy sound through his nose. But like Viktor his attention is now mostly on the renewed greenery.
His hand brushes gingerly over the grass - if it's an illusion then it's affecting all of his senses. He plucks a small flowering weed, pinching the stem between two fingers as he holds it up. ]
How? [ That's not where his mind had immediately jumped. He doesn't sound unconvinced, only uncertain. Kahlil pulls in a deep breath through his nose - the air itself seems to have changed as well, clear of ash and the faint metallic tang of toxins.
Rising to his feet he takes a dozen or so steps away from Viktor. The ground in his immediate path springs to life, leaving a trail of greenery behind him from where he started. It persists for a minute or so, then shrivels back into deadened undergrowth. ]
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His hand brushes gingerly over the grass - if it's an illusion then it's affecting all of his senses. He plucks a small flowering weed, pinching the stem between two fingers as he holds it up. ]
How? [ That's not where his mind had immediately jumped. He doesn't sound unconvinced, only uncertain. Kahlil pulls in a deep breath through his nose - the air itself seems to have changed as well, clear of ash and the faint metallic tang of toxins.
Rising to his feet he takes a dozen or so steps away from Viktor. The ground in his immediate path springs to life, leaving a trail of greenery behind him from where he started. It persists for a minute or so, then shrivels back into deadened undergrowth. ]