<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ccff">Lucian saw the small ball of light, flickering wildly. It was the right amount of light, but why was it flickering. He opened his eyes to the magic, looking at her. He saw her fighting it, trying to force the magic to only come a little bit at a time instead of as a steady stream. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4da6ff">“Ayla, I want you to stop fighting the magic. Instead of brute force, you need to patiently direct it to do what you want. Give it a wide channel that slowly tapers off, until you have a steady stream of how much magic you want to use. Think the opposite of a the mouth of a river. The ocean is trying to come through you, but you must be patient and firm.”</span> He readied a shield spell, just in case the magic became too much he could shut it down. But he trusted her to do this, he believed she could do this.</span>