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The Blasting Grounds were a dangerous place; as any place subject to thousands of fireballs and lightning strikes tends to be.

Seemingly oblivious to that danger is a slender, beautiful girl standing in front of a easel. Her long white hair blew in the wind as she stared intensely at her canvas, contemplating the next stroke of her paintbrush. This was Ayl, {if Foil Relationship > 90}someone very special to Maia{elseif Foil Relationship > 75}one of her closest friends.{elseif Foil Relationship > 25}a girl that Maia was just barely beginning to understand.{elseif Foil Relationship > 0} one of Maia's peers and an overall mystery.{else@}she is painting a large bug.{endif}