<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99">Ayla nodded understandingly, though she didn’t like the lesson. If he thought it was important, she’d suffer through it. After all, he hadn’t done anything that could even remotely be considered malicious. She sat down across from her brother at the end of the table, with Lucian sitting in between the two of them, at the head of the table.</span><br/><br/><i><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4dffa6">&lt;so does that mean we can’t….&gt;</span><br/>
<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a6ff4d">&lt;this SO doesn’t count as magic. This is just… Twin stuff.&gt;</span><br/>
<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4dffa6">&lt;i mean if you want to justify…&gt;</span><br/>
<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a6ff4d">&lt;Don’t. I… I don’t think i could handle the quiet.&gt;</span></i><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ffcc">The look of Pity on Alexi’s face grew, as he realized just how hard this was going to be for her. He would give her that one concession. What they did, that wasn’t magic. Magic could emulate it, but it wasn’t magic, not to them. It was as necessary as breathing. He looked up suddenly from the bowl of soup that was placed in front of him.</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4dffa6"> “But not for her?”</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ffcc"> he asked, drawing his sister out of her own self pity, both of them now paying close attention to Lucian.</span>