<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99">Ayla slumped in her chair a little, deflated. But at least he acknowledged that she was improving, which was the important part, for her. So long as she was making improvements, than there was hope. </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a6ff4d">“A good grasp on the formula in your mind… screw that up and who knows what will come from your fingertips.”</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99"> she replied, after some thought. After all, the arcane formulae had been drilled into their heads as early as she could remember, a good three years before they were even allowed to cast the most basic spells.</span>