"Magic..." Micah blinks at Lapis for a moment. Magic as in...technology? Except how would a literal rock employ, or invent, for that matter, any manner of technology? Right. Magic. They'll come back to that later.

"So you literally are sentient stones." Micah's eyes are as wide as dinner plates, because this is really the coolest thing they have ever heard. "But you don't...choose your forms for yourselves?"