<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99">She sneered at him, her eyes changing to be identical to those of the cat he'd tried to kick. </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a6ff4d">"Well than maybe you shouldn't watch young girls undressing in the tailor's shop, hmmm?"</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99"> she said loud enough for the rest of the shop to hear before picking up her stuff and walking out. Everyone else in the shop turned to look at him judgingly, whispering. Staring.<br/>
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The moment Ayla was out of sight she took off at a run, ducking into an alley and changing faces once more, cracking up as she dropped the spell. She couldn't hold it from that distance anyways. She smirked inwardly, lamenting the loss of the kitten but knowing she had the spells to rebuild it.<br/>
</span><br/><i><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4dffa6">&lt;what were you thinking!&gt; </span></i><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99">The voice coming through her head almost hurt.</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a6ff4d"><i> &lt;oh relax there's no way he knows it was me. Just some old lady who can turn into a cat....&gt;</i></span>