<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99">Ayla’s blush deepened a little, her legs loosening and dropping away from him. </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a6ff4d">“We uh…. We….”</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99"> but his attention was drawn elsewhere, and hers followed, realizing with a defeated expression on her face that he was looking at her sphere. A look that changed to confusion. It was bobbing slightly in the air, but still perfectly round. Not flickering, barely even moving, as if blown by the slightest of breezes. She blinked, trying to correct her vision. But it was still there, still perfect. She pulled herself into a sitting position, still partially underneath him, amazed and stunned into silence.</span>