<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99">It wasn’t until Ayla noticed that her brother was falling asleep at the table, and that they’d burned through a good third of a stack of scrap paper, that nearly seven hours had gone by while they’d been working on various parts of this. Of course everything they were doing was theoretical until the twins could prove that one could tap into the other’s magic through the link using some of what they’d worked out, but it was much farther than they’d gotten in a year of study. Having a third set of eyes on the problem really did help. </span><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a6ff4d">“If we don’t go to bed, we’ll be entirely useless tomorrow….” </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99">she murmured, yawning, before prodding her brother.</span><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4dffa6">“Huh wha--- did i fall asleep?” </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ffcc">he sat up, blinking, before looking at the clock on the wall. He blinked, rubbed his eyes, and stared at it again, before shaking his head. </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4dffa6">“We… uh… it's four in the morning.” </span>