<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99">Ayla nodded, looking around at the runes. </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a6ff4d">“It's a feedback loop. Every single rune is protecting every other one… but I can’t even begin to make heads or tales of the formula behind it… All i’m getting is a migraine.”</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99"> she blinked a few times, shaking her head to try and clear it for a moment.</span><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ffcc"><br/>
Alexi simply nodded. </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4dffa6">“You two might as well be speaking a foreign language…”</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ffcc"> he’d taken a look at her abjuration textbook once. And had resolved to avoid it like the plague.<br/>
</span><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a6ff4d"><i>&lt;it's like circling the wagons. Or fighting back to back with someone.&gt;</i></span><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ffcc"></span><br/><i><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4dffa6">&lt;well why didn’t he just say that?&gt;</span></i><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ffcc"> a sentiment that got a smile from his sister, though it could have easily been in response to the foreign language statement.</span>