<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99">It took every ounce of training and willpower for Ayla not to break a straight face and burst out laughing when their master was called Lucy. By the time the man had come down the stairs to greet them, she was over it. Mostly. </span><i><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a6ff4d">&lt;Lucy. LUCY. oh my god even you telling me about that couldn’t prepare me enough to hear that… I’m dying inside….&gt;</span></i><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ffcc">Alexi smiled and hugged the man back, sighing a little at his over exuberance. The man was a wonderful person but just being around him made Alexi feel tired.</span><i><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4dffa6">&lt;just run with it, everyone gets a bad nickname.&gt; </span></i><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99">Ayla smiled, giving a polite half bow.</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a6ff4d"> “I am, yes.”</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99"> she said with a cheery smile, her eyes flickering back to the party. She hated the nickname, but so long as her brother or Lucian never, ever used it, she’d be fine.</span>