<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99">Ayla settled down on the couch in their study, her book open on her knees. She’d been pouring all her efforts into mastering control and entering the third circle, that she’d given no thought to what to do once she crossed into it. Most students already knew what avenues they wanted to take when it came to presenting their research to enter the fourth circle, but Ayla didn’t even have a starting point, and that was frustrating her to no end. </span><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ffcc">Alexi sighed, looking up from the piece of metal he was working with, before walking over to his sister and wrapping his arms around her shoulders. </span><i><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4dffa6">&lt;You’ll figure it out. I know you. Pick something you love and run with it, see where it takes you.&gt;</span></i><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ffcc"> he ruffled her hair a little. </span><i><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4dffa6">&lt;Don’t try to do things the way I do… you’re still you.&gt; </span></i><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ffcc">He didn’t need a reply to know that his words had helped, at least a little. Without another word, he took the book from her hands and replaced it with the one that she wanted, returning to the table where he was working.</span>