[ Immediately, the nature of the area changes. There seem to be faint whispers, a low hum of air that sound like voices distilled near Lien's fingertips— Lancer has no reason to understand how Lien's eyes work, but he can tell that she's seeing something that he can only sense as a presence, a conglomeration of events and memories that waver on the surface of those blue, blue eyes.
He finds his grip tightening on his lance despite himself. This girl may be largely untrained, but she's not without tremendous skills of her own. ]
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He finds his grip tightening on his lance despite himself. This girl may be largely untrained, but she's not without tremendous skills of her own. ]