<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99">Ayla pressed her lips together.</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a6ff4d"> “Well when you say it like that it sounds pretty pathetic…”</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99"> her shoulders drooped. </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a6ff4d">“It's something an old instructor taught me… when trying to get me to learn control…”</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99"> she picked up a ball and set it bouncing, magics taking effect to keep its momentum and position. </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a6ff4d">“Every time it hits the floor….”</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99"> the ball went invisible the moment it impacted. </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a6ff4d">“It switches. Seen, unseen, seen, unseen.”</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99"> she said as it continued to bounce. </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a6ff4d">“I’m up to six balls going at once.”</span>