[Sypha upends the remnants of her tea on the flame, and slams the cup down over the sigil to smother the source further. When she cautiously tips it backward to peek underneath, the brand still glows with a sullen light, but it's no longer as large.
A chunk, perhaps the bottom quarter or so of the circular mark, is just gone, leaving smooth unmarred wood behind. She lifts the mug and inspects the inside, but finds nothing.] I think it may have been part of the magic? Perhaps a...meter or an indicator, of what's been transferred?
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A chunk, perhaps the bottom quarter or so of the circular mark, is just gone, leaving smooth unmarred wood behind. She lifts the mug and inspects the inside, but finds nothing.] I think it may have been part of the magic? Perhaps a...meter or an indicator, of what's been transferred?