[Her hands are glowing (her right more than her left. She closes her eyes until the her magic is concentrated into her palms. Then both hands are closed except for two fingers on each and Iona proceeds to press said fingers on the brother's lips. The sensation is fuzzy, like a small electrical surge traveling past their lips and through their tongue and into their brains. The feeling disappears in an instant and Iona takes a step back, looking a little anxious.]
Done! Sorry, should have warned you about that.
[Her Envisioning of language is a sort of "transference." Oren nods approvingly.]
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[Her hands are glowing (her right more than her left. She closes her eyes until the her magic is concentrated into her palms. Then both hands are closed except for two fingers on each and Iona proceeds to press said fingers on the brother's lips. The sensation is fuzzy, like a small electrical surge traveling past their lips and through their tongue and into their brains. The feeling disappears in an instant and Iona takes a step back, looking a little anxious.]
Done! Sorry, should have warned you about that.
[Her Envisioning of language is a sort of "transference." Oren nods approvingly.]
"Well done."