<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff9999">Tessa hated to say it, but she was actually impressed. Granted the girl had a habit of pouring too much of herself into her magic. So only time would tell if she had the stamina to keep up this quality of work.</span><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99">Ayla nodded, turning her attention to the windows. She knew she had to keep as much energy as she could in reserve for the final portion of the test. The other three parts were not difficult or energy intensive, a better test of control than sheer power. But the clones, the final portion, that was where everything would be decided. It was easier to dim the light from the illusionary  sun than to block it, done as roiling clouds built around them. Storms were some of her favorite things to build, and ones she knew she could do easily. It was dumb luck that had been chosen. She waited until she was almost done to trigger a lightning strike, or at least the sounds of one, the flash of light, the booming thunder...</span>