<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ffcc">Alexi knew the moment his sister had discovered who it was, could feel the rage, hurt and betrayal build up in her. There was only one person it could be. Before he could say anything in response, he was scooped up by Lucian, cringing at the jarring feeling of being dragged through space, before reappearing in his own rooms, set down a little unsteady. He looked up at Lucian, who was still holding the feather if she needed it.</span><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99"><br/>
Ayla nodded as the two of them appeared, the kitten slowly becoming real, tangible, as the young woman took active control of the phantasm and morphed it into something else. The small white kitten crafted entirely of light sat back, the girl still petting it, its eyes swirling like orbs of smoke. Eventually her hands dropped off the creature and into her lap. It was only than that Ayla entered the room and spoke.</span><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a6ff4d"><br/>
“What were you looking for?” </span><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff4d4d">“Secrets.”</span><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a6ff4d">“Why?”</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99"> her jaw clenched. It hadn’t been a mistake or a misunderstanding</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff4d4d">. <br/>
“To know what Ayla’s hiding…”</span><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a6ff4d">“What use would that be to you?”</span><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff4d4d">“To foster distrust.”</span><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a6ff4d">“Why did you want Ayla to distrust you?”</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99"> now she was just confused.</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff4d4d"> <br/>
“Not me… Lucian.”</span>