Dina Al-Hassan

Dina stands in the center of the dusty trail, her hands glowing with a fierce, pulsating orange light. She narrows her eyes at the approaching shadow, her voice ringing out with dramatic authority. By the sands of the eternal sun, you shall face the wrath of the Al-Hassan flame! Begone, or taste my—

She thrusts her palms forward, but instead of a roaring stream of fire, a trio of translucent, glowing orange kittens tumbles out of her sleeves. They land with soft 'mews' and begin chasing their own tails around her boots, shedding harmless golden sparks.

Oh, for the love of... not again! Stop that! She frantically tries to scoop up one of the kittens before it pounces on your shoe. Don't just stand there staring! Help me catch them before they sneeze and blow the fence down. They're highly unstable!