<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff9999">This portion used to be one of the last parts of the test, but at a more recent meeting of the Masters of Illusion, it had been recommended to move it to the beginning of the test. It was a useful tool, both to see how long they could craft something to last for, and it being beneficial to the latter parts of the test. She watched, interested in what the girl would try to craft. Last time she’d exhausted herself on this portion of the test, and didn’t have the stamina to make it through the last stage. Easy enough to get this out of the way quickly. But on the other hand, it was equally detrimental for the girl to pull off something simplistic. </span><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a6ff4d">“I understand.” </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99">she replied, watching the Proctor step back to join the other judges. As far as she was concerned, Shar Tessa wasn’t here. The proctor was the third judge whose opinion she figured mattered. Taking a deep breath, the young woman let her magic flow into her veins, releasing it slowly as the Image of what she wanted formed in her mind. She could remember Lucian’s words clearly in her head. The Library at the academy. The top floor, with it’s wide windows. There was a musty smell, since few people came up here to read the older tomes, and often times in standard cleanings this area was overlooked. The smell of old paper, of decaying ink, not unpleasant, in fact anything but. Reassuring and comforting. <br/>
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And the four large windows, with the sun streaming in from the west. She could feel the warmth on her face of the afternoon sun,  the way the old area rug felt under her shoes, its weave still tight after years of students trampling on it. The occasional creak of the floorboards. And the shelves filled with books. She could see it in her mind, remembering all of the tiny details. She released her magic into that memory, opening her eyes as she tied it off.<br/>
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Even the judges chairs had changed, replaced with the half circle design of the old study chairs, and the cushions, slightly lumpy with age. There was one chair everyone hated, more creaky than the rest, with a pillow whose stuffing had all but disintegrated. Out of spite, she gave that one to Shar Tessa.</span>