<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99">Ayla nodded, having expected this task. She hadn't called him down here four days ago when she had finally managed to get it to the right lighting, or three days ago when she had managed to get it to steady the first time. Instead, she had waited until she could do it almost correctly every single time before she did, and had even pestered her brother into lecturing her over or twice to see if she could manage it under "stress", though he hadn't known what she was up to. She inhaled, and as she let the breath out a small sphere formed in her outstretched hand; small, round, and steady.</span>