She adjusted her hold as an illusion of a simplified figure, that bore a strikingly colorful resemblance to Qatrand, fought majestically with a brute of a man slinging crystals at her visual story's hero. Unblinking and wide eyed, her chubby arms reached out for the softly shimmering forms.
The miniatures used her moving limbs as obstacles to dodge while continuing their fight. The illusionist generally did not like using or revealing her ability to simulate the sense of touch, but for her sister… she was perfectly willing to emulate the soft pokes 'pummeling' the skin of her arms as illusive feet danced their combat footwork.
