<i><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4dffa6">&lt;walk-&gt;</span><br/>
<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a6ff4d">&lt;I am. I will.&gt; </span></i><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99">Ayla could feel her brother’s reaction, first shock, than suspicion as she agreed to walk away. She knew Lucian would have felt her bring her kitten into existence, but for now it was transparent, and she hadn’t put the attack spells into it. She only needed it for the illusion.</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a6ff4d"> “Let's go Drakus. She’s not worth our time. We’re at a party, no need for someone who exists to kill anything remotely resembling fun.”</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99"> there was an edge to her voice, bleeding into the pleasant tone. </span><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff9999">The mage shook her head as she picked up her drink, the girl grabbing her drink and turning away from her.</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff4d4d"> “See you in Two weeks, child. Or did you not know I was one of the Masters handling your third circle tests?”</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff9999"> she smirked when she saw Ayla stop in her tracks, before continuing, trying to disappear in the crowd. </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff4d4d">“It's alright if you fail, darling. You always did have a bad habit of choking when it came to any kind of pressure.” </span>