<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99">Ayla shakily took a breath, opening herself up slowly to a point where she could keep it as a steady ball, without the flickering. Far brighter, far larger than he’d originally asked for. But stable. With the center over her palm, the edges of it reached her elbow. And the room was filled with a bright light, as though someone was burning a white hot fire in her hands. Another breath, and she did as he said, trying to gently ease it down, to dim it. She managed to get it down to about half its current brightness before it started flickering again. Frustration built in her brow, and the flickering responded in kind.</span>