I think, there is something like it. In the far north of where I come from.

[He'd ask Alisa if she'd ever seen something like this, if she were here -- her home must have been far enough to the north to see the phenomenon he's only heard about. He's not at all sure this is the right comparison, but it's not too important. There's something about it that almost seems living, but surely that's his imagination.

He tilts his head at the colors still resting at Xion's fingertips.]

What else can you do with it?