<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99">Ayla held the notes out to Lucian, knowing he’d stand a far better chance of deciphering them than she did.</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a6ff4d"> “Go ahead. Alexi’s translated most of it underneath her stuff. We can show you the cypher if we want to head back to our study.” </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99">she offered up, helpfully. Her stomach growled.</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a6ff4d"> “And maybe get the servants to bring us lunch there…” </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99">it was becoming more commonplace lately for the three of them to take lunch somewhere other than the dining room, so often engrossed in their work that they couldn’t be bothered to stop long enough to sit down and eat. <br/>
</span><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ffcc">Alexi raised an eyebrow at Lucian's mispeak, but then smiled softly. of course he already thought of her as third circle. he'd been saying it since the day they'd got here.</span>