<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99">Ayla looked up from her Workbook, smiling as Lucian walked into the room. She was in much better spirits lately, as both men in her life had been working very hard to either distract her from, or reassure her about the upcoming test at the end of the week. As much as she hated being pampered she had to admit that their constant concern was reassuring. </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a6ff4d">“We’ve been running some experiments trying to figure out if the bond is tied to our magic or not…”</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99"> she said, before finally closing her book. </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a6ff4d">“Unfortunately… we don’t really know where to begin.”</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99"> she said, pressing her lips together.</span><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ffcc">Alexi nodded along to what his sister was saying running his fingers through his hair to brush it back out of his face. </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4dffa6">“I’m probably going to need to cut this soon…”</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ffcc"> he murmured, more to himself than anyone else, before tying it back with a long piece of string from one of their packets of papers. He let his sister explain their work as she cleaned up her side of things, stacking everything neatly in a pile and placing her hand on top of it. The stack disappeared with a gentle popping sound, all of their work materials returning to the table in their room that they’d designated for such things. </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4dffa6"> “It’s a bit hit or miss, what we’re trying to do is establish what that starting point is, so we can work from there to figure out what needs to be done.”</span>