<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ffcc">Alexi glanced over at Ayla. it was hard to get a read on what she thought of it, despite half living in her head. Whenever one of them had conflicted feelings on something, knowing what they were thinking got a little harder. It was usually a bigger problem with Ayla, at least, as far as Alexi could tell. They hadn’t really spoken about it much. </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4dffa6">“Our father basically gave us a picture of her, and a one sentence description. So there wasn’t exactly much to go on there…”</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ffcc"> he said, before continuing. </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4dffa6">“He’d met her at one of his parties…”</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ffcc"> he explained the game that she’d been playing, before smiling again. </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4dffa6">“He… said she had Ayla’s fire… and my Control. Which i suppose fits what my father told us, though we’d never really thought about it like that…”</span>