<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99">Both twins had always described, even in their own minds, their magic as flowing water, so it surprised neither of them to find themselves standing by the banks of a large reservoir. Surrounded by a forest of tall trees, the dense woodland seemed to block everything out but the water at their feet and the clear blue skies above. More than aware that this was a scene conjured from their minds, as a form of coping mechanism for what they were doing, Ayla couldn’t help but hold her hands over the water, smiling at the familiarity of it all, feeling the bubbling liquid resonate with her own magics.</span><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ffcc">And yet there was more to it than even that, as Alexi looked up from his hands and staring across the bank, as their magics found balance, settling down into a gentle flow, the waters calming into an almost glassy surface. His eyes found his sister’s across the water, the unexpectedness of what they were experiencing not lost on either of them. What had been planned for, what had been calculated for was two sources of magic being drawn into the same place. A reservoir filled by twin rivers would have made sense. But instead it was a spring. One source. Two outlets. A silent ‘oh….’ resting on both their lips as the meaning behind what they were seeing truly hit home.</span>