<span style="font-family:Calligraffitti"><span style="font-size: 26px"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffffff">Chapter Twenty Six - Reasurances</span></span></span><br/><i>Three Days later</i><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99">Ayla slowly removed the wrappings that bound her breasts every time she sparred, rolling the strips of cloth back up carefully before placing them, now magically cleaned, in her closet. She’d had some things on her mind lately, and it had been affecting her lessons, other than her work with Illian on her magic. With a sigh, she stretched, deciding to not bother with a shower and use one of the more basic spells to simply clean herself in the same way that she had cleaned her wraps.</span><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4dffa6"><i>&lt;that's still gross…&gt;</i></span><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a6ff4d"><i>&lt;oh shut up. I’m clean and I don’t smell.&gt;</i></span><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4dffa6"><i>&lt;still gross.&gt;</i></span><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ffcc">Alexi stepped out of the shower, shaking his head at his sister’s impatience. Lucian had business to attend to that day, so they’d decided to work through dinner, eating in their study. They still had several hours, however, and they’d intended to make the most of it, their own research projects at hand. Now that he’d had more magic to work with, Alexi had spent the past week toying with chunks of metal. Which ones held the best sharpness when expanded, were the most durable, which ones could he compact and how far. He’d been reading through books on blacksmithing too, teaching himself how to magically transform a hunk of raw metal into an actual usable weapon.</span>