<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99">Ayla kept her ball of light with her for a moment. </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a6ff4d">“Am I allowed to get a head start on practicing?”</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99"> she asked, gesturing towards the ball of light.</span><br/><br/><i><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4dffa6">&lt;so was your training as fun as mine?&gt;</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ffcc"> </span></i><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ffcc">flickers of the previous few encounters between her brother and Lucian danced through her mind.</span><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99">The orb flickered wildly as a deep crimson stained her cheeks. </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a6ff4d">“DAMNIT ALEXI!”</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99"> she shouted, not even bothering to send it mentally.</span><br/><br/><i><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4dffa6">&lt;what I was helping… you wanted to practice.&gt;</span></i>