<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99">Ayla, almost on instinct, took a step towards her brother, her feet easily resting on the water’s surface as though it was truly glass. Their minds intertwined the way they were, their assessment of the situation building off of each others. This wasn’t new, this merged magic. But if that was the case, they’d both been capable of immense power from the beginning, just that one had taken to it easily, while the other had learned to do a great deal with what was left. </span><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ffcc">Alexi met up with his sister in the center of the reservoir, having not even realized he was walking forwards to meet her until they were nearly touching. Most of the bonds they were looking to forge were already there, dormant, as if waiting to be turned on, recognised for what they were. Despite all their preparations, it was almost as if the two instinctively knew what to do, lifting their hands to meet each other, but not touching, palms facing the other so that a piece of paper could have been passed between them without touching either hand, but little else. The dark waters beneath them seemed to churn once more, magics coalescing on its surface in almost a mirror image of Lucian’s circle on the outside, the incantations that left their lips barely more than a whisper, yet filled with power.</span>