“Imagine Xavier is a really sparkly star in a really deep, dark pit,” Darcy said, waving her hands at him and casting an illusion that made him appear to be a large, glittering rock. In her slightly drunk state, she didn’t manage to hide his eyes or horn from view, and he was still very much giving her a confused side-eye. “Wow, it’s like I was really there,” I said dryly, and Darcy flapped a hand at me, determined to try and conjure an illusion of the star releasing its power in Lionel’s castle.
