[She blinks at Lancer, after take a bite of toast.]
Oh, these? It's not really to hide anything, but...
[Well... Lien slips of the right handed glove and sure enough, there are are faint marks, unmistakably Command Spells.
There's something else, aside from the Spells that any being that could sense magic would notice; a strong concentration of prana pulses through each fingertip as if wanting to escape.]
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Oh, these? It's not really to hide anything, but...
[Well... Lien slips of the right handed glove and sure enough, there are are faint marks, unmistakably Command Spells.
There's something else, aside from the Spells that any being that could sense magic would notice; a strong concentration of prana pulses through each fingertip as if wanting to escape.]