<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99">Ayla grumbled softly, nodding. As much as she hated to admit it,  they were both right.  </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a6ff4d">“Alright. I’ll do it.”</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99"> she said, not willing to pass up the opportunity for a chance at messing with people’s heads. And hey if they could pull this off, even if they couldn't fool the council, that would be pretty damned impressive.</span><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ffcc">Alexi smiled as his sister agreed to the proposal.</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4dffa6"> “We should probably start practicing over the next few days… after all, Lucian did go through the trouble of buying us so many lovely matching outfits. And most of them pants.” </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ffcc">he reminded her, gesturing at their matching outfits. The main differences between them at present were fairly simple. In most cases men had broader shoulders, but he and Ayla matched up, him being slender in build. Her hair was much longer than his, but they were the exact same color, though she had freckles, something they’d have to work out. And of course him being three inches taller. </span><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99">Ayla perked up suddenly, looking her brother up and down. </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a6ff4d">“You know…. You’re going to have to start working out with me… those wimpy arms of yours are going to be a dead give away…”</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99"> she almost purred teasingly, grinning at him.</span>