[The chill of his palm meets the warmth of her hand.]
... It wouldn't do much.
[It's a warm hand of flesh and nothing more... For a few more seconds.
Blink and suddenly there's a clash of flesh and solid material and the weight of her hand feels heavier. Iona casually pulls up her sleeve with her left hand and the illusion of a smooth right arm gradually fades into something more unusual (an understatement). Along the arm there's a mix of thin thread like veins and larger spots of shimmering and flowing crystals not unlike multicolored opals.
Essentially, the arm is like a contents of a rock split open with its colorful mineral veins revealed and sitting on the surface of a human shaped arm and it changes, pulsing, and alive, the colors changing in the light at a constant rate.]
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[The chill of his palm meets the warmth of her hand.]
... It wouldn't do much.
[It's a warm hand of flesh and nothing more... For a few more seconds.
Blink and suddenly there's a clash of flesh and solid material and the weight of her hand feels heavier. Iona casually pulls up her sleeve with her left hand and the illusion of a smooth right arm gradually fades into something more unusual (an understatement). Along the arm there's a mix of thin thread like veins and larger spots of shimmering and flowing crystals not unlike multicolored opals.
Essentially, the arm is like a contents of a rock split open with its colorful mineral veins revealed and sitting on the surface of a human shaped arm and it changes, pulsing, and alive, the colors changing in the light at a constant rate.]