<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff9999">Tessa shook with a rage unlike anything she’d ever felt before. She knew how much power the girl had. She knew she shouldn’t have been able to pull that off. But despite what she knew she didn’t have anything to prove what she suspected. She’d been working on a process to transfer energy from one mage to another, and judging from the way that Alexi slumped against his lover, something had been up. But the magics shielding the dome should have prevented that. It shouldn’t have been possible. The girl should have failed. </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff4d4d">“I only wanted to be certain that she had indeed improved… the reputation of this institution hinges on us not allowing sub par mages to proceed simply because they learn a few quick tricks.”</span><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99">Ayla glanced at Shar Tessa, then down at the balls in her lap.</span><i><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a6ff4d">&lt;I don’t need magic to hit her in the face with---&gt;</span></i><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4dffa6"><i>&lt;Ayla no. just no. stop. They’re tearing her a new asshole without your help. Don’t be petty.&gt;</i></span>