<span style="font-family:Calligraffitti"><span style="font-size: 26px"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffffff">Chapter Nineteen - Practice Makes Perfect</span></span></span><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffffff"><i>Two Days Later</i></span><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99">Ayla sat on the center of the floor in the workroom, the sounds of at least six rubber balls bouncing around the room though at any point in time only 2 or three were visible. they were disappearing and reappearing as soon as they came in contact with the wall, a determined look on her freckled face. Each time a visible ball bumped into a wall, it vanished, cloaked with illusion magics. She wasn't bothering with hiding their sound, as that was what was guiding her. Instead of crafting a logic spell that would shift them on impact, she was doing it manually, an exercise that a previous master had taught her when he was trying to help her with control. But now that she had some control and focus, she found that it was indeed an effective exercise. She didn't know how long she had been at it, only that she had set herself a goal of maintaining perfect accuracy for five minutes before she would consider it a success.</span>