<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99">Ayla blinked at his reaction. She’d assumed he’d known about the spell this entire time, but it was such a subtle thing, taking the smallest amount of magic possible. Easy to miss, she supposed. </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a6ff4d"> “You… you didn’t see the spell?”</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99"> she asked, even though she’d already explained away how it was possible in her head. She shook her head, walking beside him to the dining room. </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a6ff4d">“This is… going to take some getting used to… just thinking, now, going through my day to day menial things, the ones i give no thought to… i didn’t realize how much magic I actually expend… half of it isn’t even a conscious act…”</span><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ffcc">Alexi looked up from where he’d been sitting at the dining table, having just arrived, book still in hand. He did a double take, staring at his sister for a long while. </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4dffa6"><i>&lt;La…. There’s something on-- &gt;</i><br/>
</span><br/><i><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a6ff4d">&lt;I. KNOW.&gt;</span></i><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ffcc"><br/>
He looked taken aback a moment, shaking his head. </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4dffa6">“So how did lessons go…”</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ffcc"> he asked tentatively, more to Lucian than his sister, considering the soured look on her… very… freckled face. He knew she’d been hiding them, the question was why she stopped; and why she looked so miserable.</span>