Remus had seen a great deal of impressive magic in his life. Being familiar with Albus Dumbledore, who had, at least according to those who had taught him, done things with a wand... the stories were old, but Remus had never failed to see the man treat the forces that they worked with surprising expertise.

Magic was, however, rarely considered an art form, but Remus couldn't help but consider this just that. Whatever force lay behind Kyle's powers, there was some magic at work here, in the artistry and attention that he put into each detail.

He was stunned, pleased, and completely fascinated.

"Beautiful," he breathed, joining him on the lawn, and gazing upward at the small buildings. "You are truly an artist. And not only in the most acceptable definition of the word."

Glancing down at Kyle, he offered him a hand to pull himself up with when he was ready to stand again.