FLASH.
With zero warning, Guinevere's light surged again.
White pulsed from her body and split cleanly into two streams, a river hitting a rock, choosing both sides. The rock in this metaphor was standing between a dragon and a king and one side of the river was offended by the other side's volume.
The larger stream waterfalled into Landon, while the smaller stream trickled into Kael.
The measuring had started before the glow finished. Manhood, territory, and magical capacity were all on the table. Kael looked at Landon. Landon looked at Kael. One of them was breathing hard. Both were doing the immediate, involuntary math on who got more light because both could feel what Guinevere felt and Guinevere knew exactly who got more there.
"Don't look that proud, Solveil. My tank was already full," Kael panted. "I am also at a bad angle like this. Normally, she fills me up. I take the whole load."
