<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99">Ayla let out a squeak as she found herself wedged between her brother and Lucian. She curled up against him, resting her still spinning head on his shoulder.</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a6ff4d"> “It’s… it's nothing… its something. I’m just… worried about my test…”</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99"> she said, letting out a sigh.<br/>
</span><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ffcc">It was Alexi who realized the deeper meaning behind what she said, feeling it in her mind</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99">. </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4dffa6">“She found out Shar Tessa decided to be one of her test Proctors.”</span><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99"></span><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a6ff4d">“It doesn’t even make sense! Most mages of the fifth circle don’t even bother with 3rd circle tests. They leave it to the fourth circle mages… why would she…. Agghhhh!”</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99"> she buried her face deeper into Lucian’s shoulder, as if trying to hide herself there.</span>