<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#bfbfbf">Gadriel recoiled at the strike, blinking silently, until the man’s eyes settled on his daughter. “No… no anything but that… i can repay the money. I can. I just need a little time… I’m an investor. I’d been investing it. I can pay it back, with interest even…”</span><br/><br/><i><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4dffa6">&lt;Ayla get out. Get out now&gt;</span> </i><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ffcc">the twins were well versed in each other's talents, the first magic either had learned being the ability to communicate silently with each other. If there was one thing the twins would have given their lives to protect it was each other. What a man like this might do with a transmutation specialist mage was put him to work. But he wasn’t looking at Ayla as if he was looking at her for her talents. That was a different look altogether. He pushed his sister behind him, eyes narrowing. </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4dffa6">“My sister and I have no part in any of this. Our father demanded we come here so he could interrogate us on our activities, as if we were somehow to blame for your presence.</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ffcc">” there was no love lost between Alexi and his father, though he respected the man, simply because of that role. His new wife after their mother had died  had made it clear that her children were the only one that mattered, leaving Ayla and Alexi the literal redheaded stepchildren. And though Gadriel loved his children, at times the feeling was not mutual.</span><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99">She made no efforts to fight her brother’s plea, quickly drawing the magic back up to turn herself invisible in a sense, leaving behind a hard illusion of herself. Granted one that would shatter when touched, but still realistic enough, though unmoving, to fool most people.</span>