<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99">Ayla sighed, nodding, as she let him pull her back to her feet, rubbing her neck a little. She glanced at the orb, as though to make sure it was still holding it’s place in the middle of the room, at about knee level, right where she’d left it. It was part of why she kept it moving most of the time, once she’d gotten good with it. In times that she knew were going to be rough, she held it still, it would start to move a little, bouncing, just before it started to flicker and she could usually catch it and regain control before that happened. The orb was stationary, and had been most of the fight, though she’d needed to make a few minor corrections. </span>