<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99">Ayla opened her eyes with a gasp, panting for breath, ending up on her hands and knees. For a moment there, she’d actually thought she was drowning, startled by the fact that she wasn’t dripping wet. When she’d finally caught her breath she rolled onto her back, still breathing heavily and waiting for the ceiling to stop spinning in circles.</span><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a6ff4d"><i>&lt;Alexi…&gt;</i></span><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4dffa6"><i>&lt;I felt it too...&gt;</i></span><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a6ff4d"><i>&lt;that… the reservoir…&gt;</i></span><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4dffa6"><i>&lt;I didn’t know it could hold so much…&gt;</i></span><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ffcc">He had thought it was easy to communicate with his sister before, but now there wasn’t any effort behind it. They barely needed complete sentences, understanding even the other’s more abstract thoughts. Shakily sitting up from laying down, he looked over to see Lucian sitting up as well. </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4dffa6">“What… what happened out here?”</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ffcc"> he asked, suddenly concerned, worried that their mentor and lover might have gotten hurt in some way by what had happened.</span>