When the three began to work the spell she found herself swept up in the churning tide their combined voices caused. She felt like a bit of flotsam cast into the unforgiving ocean and at the mercy of the waves. It hurt to listen to them and that was before she even drank the mixture.  Her heart pounded in her chest and her lung burned when she inhaled. The spell worked hard on her breaking the dam that she’d spent years building to maintain adequate control of her magic. When the time came to drink she did but tasted nothing before the waves began to pound against her.<br/><br/>Spirits it hurt, her entire body heated up to the point she felt feverish and her mind’s eye she could see their magic mixing. Her brilliant streaks of crimson and the pure golden tone of his own innate magic began to wrap around another and Cleo was right he had far more magic than she did. It almost engulfed her own but like the woman herself her magic was stubborn. Rather than allow itself to be overtaken it matched every blow and as the maelstrom began to calm the waves grew smaller and she became aware of herself once more then…darkness.<br/><br/>Gwen woke with a start they were on the ground in one of the huts and the shadow cast by the open door told her only two hours or so had passed. Odd it felt like an eternity to her, and she sat up slowly.  Her body thrummed with unchained magic rippling beneath her skin. Her core was nonexistent instead magic was wound throughout her entire body. There was a piece of glass hanging on the far wall, she supposed it served as a mirror and she peered inside it taken off guard by what peered back at her. The calm gray of her eyes had instead become a rich copper color streaked with gold.<br/><br/>Cleo took that exact moment to appear clapping her hands like and excited child. “Good, Good!” she exclaimed. “Everything went as it was supposed to. How does it feel Crimson one? You’re no longer limited by a self-imposed core.  Magic flows through you as steadily as a river flows down a mountain. I expect the Wild Warlord feels the same way, he will be waking soon and then you both leave. Cleo is tired and you two took up all the space is my hut.”<br/><br/>Gazing down at the man beside her an intense wave of desire struck her and she almost reared back in surprise. There was a pull between them now, it had not existed before nor had the lust been as…intense. “Warlord,” She said gently shaking his shoulder. “We need to leave now. I fear Cleo may hex us if we don’t.”