<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4dffa6">“Please don’t be Ayla…”</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ffcc"> he whispered to himself, knowing lucian would hear him but no one else. The crowd was too loud and his voice too soft.</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4dffa6"> “I can’t get a good read on the situation. But i don’t think anything’s started. Yet. she’s seething.”</span><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99">Ayla gritted her teeth as she walked away. Her cat was still sitting under one of the barstools, watching the old hag in case she tried anything, but hadn’t moved. The situation in the deli the other day… with Illian. She didn’t want to repeat the same mistakes. But god did she want to give that woman what was coming to her. Still in hearing range of the woman, Ayla turned and looked at her friend.</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a6ff4d"> “It wouldn’t be a fair fight, anyways. She doesn’t have an apprentice with her that she can Leech magic off of.” </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99">she said, knowing the woman’s lack of magical power was a sore spot for the transmuter.</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a6ff4d"> “Wonder who she had to sleep with to get her Mastery.”</span><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff9999">The woman’s eyes narrowed at the words the little fink had spoken, her lips twisting into a scowl as she set the glass down on the bar hard enough to crack it.</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff4d4d"> “Why… you… little---”</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff9999"> she started, as she lifted her hand.</span>