<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a6ff4d"> “duo animo conventum” </span><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99"><br/>
Ayla let her magics flow through her, feeling her brother do the same and matching the release of energies. This wouldn’t have been even remotely possible without the weeks and months of effort that Lucian had poured into her, teaching her to not only control her magics, but to exercise that control in a way that many higher circle mages were only beginning to learn. Her brother had learned that control out of necessity. It took time for the two of them to meld their magics into one pool between them, reaching across the mental bridge that had been forged before they were born, but eventually things evened out, the twin flows passing through them both.<br/>
</span><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ffcc">Alexi allowed himself to ride the current, carried through the vortex towards his sister. When he finally reached a point of stability, the only thing that he could think to even describe it was like the eye of a hurricane, magic swirling around them both, almost violently, but with an order applied to it that one wouldn’t expect from such a powerful force. Within his mind, he allowed himself to ‘see’ where he was.</span>