<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99">Ayla cheeks turned a brilliant shade of crimson,  her gaze dropping away from him as Lucian joined them at the table. </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a6ff4d">“We’ve been trying to figure out ways to tie our connection into joint-cast spells. Granted it's been slow going since we can’t currently test the more promising theories… but the good ones end up in that pile for later use..”</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99">she gestured at a small stack of papers on the coffee table, a miniscule amount compared to what they had scattered across the table.</span><br/><br/><i><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4dffa6">&lt;at least it's not at the same time…&gt;</span></i><br/><br/><i><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a6ff4d">&lt;DON'T EVEN THINK THAT&gt;</span></i>