<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99">Ayla nodded more vigorously,  before taking a step back from him. </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a6ff4d">“Alright. Okay. I can do this.”</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99"> She’d done this alright the last time, but she’d been pouring everything into it. She couldn’t afford to do that. That’s what always cost her previously. Control. Do more with less. She took a steadying breath, her eyes resting half closed, as one by one, copies of herself faded into existence, her hair, orange and red, almost a perfect mimicry of flames, her eyes, deep and vibrant like pools of water, the details were etched in her mind, but she didn’t need to make them piece by piece. It was the whole that was important. She opened her eyes this time, starring herself in the face.</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a6ff4d"> “ready”</span>