<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99">Ayla let the spell drop, the illusions fizzling into nothingness, an audible groan escaping her. With the other portions of the test, she’d breezed through them. Now, she was simply eager to get back to her brother and his sifting through their mother’s notes. He’d gone quiet, originally keeping her updated in between portions of her testing, but now, silence. She checked in with him quickly, only to get the response that she should focus on her spells and he’d let her know when he finally made heads or tails of what he was reading. She was certain with all three of them focused on it, they could figure it out quick enough. But Lucian was unwilling to let this drop until she had managed to pull this part off up to his standards.</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a6ff4d"> “You know the judges won’t be able to smell me, right?”</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99"> she said, wilting a little.</span>