"Not even close," Patrick answered, still a bit bewildered by the feeling. Well then, he really was learning already, wasn't he? It was an interesting lesson, really, this realization that it could feel so different.

He paused for a moment though as Hawa spoke. Patrick's brow furrowed just a bit. He could feel it still. Eyes tracking what Hawa had going on, Patrick considered for a moment. The magic already buzzing in him made this easier really. Shutting his eyes in concentration, he lifted both his hands, clasped together as though holding something small and delicate -- a caught butterfly or captive lightning bug. It took a moment, but once it started, it came freely, focusing the magic Hawa had left lingering in him, trying to mimic what he saw, opening his hands slowly as a small whirling sphere appeared between them, visible only in the faint disturbance of the air, rippling.