<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99">Ayla shifted herself so that her head was sitting on his other thigh, a content look in her half closed eyes.</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a6ff4d"> “Well….”</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99"> she said, trying to think how to explain what they’d seen. </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a6ff4d">“We… we draw our magic from the same source. It's a shared pool.”</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99"> she said slowly.</span><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4dffa6">“And it’s always been that way. Its part of the reason why she’s always struggled… she was holding back way more magic than she should have ever had to… and because so much was flooding into her, I was struggling to make due with what was left.” </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ffcc">Alexi explained, helping his sister out where words failed her. </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4dffa6">“This is… going to take some getting used to. And… even all the magic that we’ve exhibited so far… it’s probably less than half of what we’re capable of, judging from what we saw.”</span>