So, it seemed that Lucien was in the dark about a lot of things as well. It wasn't surprising, give his upbringing, that a few things would be left out of his education about himself. Faolan's situation was not dissimilar; he had had to find out much of what he knew today about his 'condition' via trial and error. It wasn't like he had anyone around to really explain anything or show him the ropes, so to speak. If he had, his life may have turned out differently. 

The more time he spent with Lucien, the more he came to realize how much the two of them had in common.

Faolan's eyebrows raised at Lucien's next demonstration. The list of things that Faolan didn't think possible was growing longer by the second. The "barrier" that Lucien's relic created was visible only for a second, but Faolan could sense it's presence in the back of his mind even without having to see it.

[color=a36209]"Hm."[/color] He grunted, not really knowing what else to say. Instead, he got up and walked over to Lucien, then waved his hand in what appeared to him to be pure air. His hand stopped and fell against the barrier, and now he could see it underneath his palm, reacting to his touch with a small remittance of light. He rubbed his hand against it, feeling a slight tingle on his fingertips, before dropping his arm.

After a pause, he shrugged, [color=a36209]"All of this, and they still wouldn't let you run to the market, eh?"[/color]