Lucas' senses are intertwined with the spirits of the area, reaching out to become as one with the place as he can. Without any sound or sight, he still feels the intrusion, something out there on the grounds, in the woods he's almost a part of.
Though he's briefly tempted to snap back to himself, out of his meditation, instead he reaches further, trying to magically discern the nature of the intruder or intruders, so hard to tell, finding them quiet and elusive, but definitely there.
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