[aside from obviously watching the whole thing play out in front of him, the only reaction Tek offers is when even the smallest sensation of energy that matches the signature of lightning reaches him. then, spines bristle up on his neck like ruffled feathers.
he's glad when the energy falls away after that. it's also a little unnerving to feel such a thing flare up and then utterly evaporate, so what first prompts him to lean forward and peer down at the pile of glass chunks is to check and make sure that they still have that sparkling, barely-magical quality that makes them special in the first place.
he growls the words that amount to asking 'what did you do,' but he's more focused on delicately raking a couple of claws through the proportionately-tiny fragments of glass--making a cursory exploration of the results and beginning to build a plan.]
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he's glad when the energy falls away after that. it's also a little unnerving to feel such a thing flare up and then utterly evaporate, so what first prompts him to lean forward and peer down at the pile of glass chunks is to check and make sure that they still have that sparkling, barely-magical quality that makes them special in the first place.
he growls the words that amount to asking 'what did you do,' but he's more focused on delicately raking a couple of claws through the proportionately-tiny fragments of glass--making a cursory exploration of the results and beginning to build a plan.]