It was less a true creation, and more pulling the materials from his fist sized replicator on his hip, before he suddenly looked up. "So, guessing the flinch was because you don't have much magical talent?<br/><br/>Would it make you feel better that, when I started showing signs of magic, everyone, including my mother, thought I would never get to spells like lightning bolt, fly, fireball, and the like?"<br/><br/>He considered it for a moment, before using a 'bit' of his power to form an orb in his hand, and then offered it to his son. "This is an infusion. I learned it from another race in my travels. They used it to take the lifeforce from the elderly, terminally ill, and mortally wounded, and give it to the sickly, but I can give you some of my power. What happens to and with it... depends on you."<br/><br/>It actually didn't QUITE do that, but it would unseal his son's magic. He had had talent when he had been a child, so Draiss was betting Kimat had instinctively sealed it after his father hadn't come home because of magic. Not exactly logical, but it was something that a mind would do after that sort of trauma. How much he got back, and how quickly, that was something Draiss couldn't answer, but at least his son wouldn't be considered a full cripple by the rest of the kitsunes, for whom magic was an intrinsic and inseparable part of their lives. He refrained from smiling, as the thought crossed his mind that his son, like father, had the pride of a dragon, and refused to be pitied for any reason.