|(#TwilightRealm, #Witches, #Dorch #Fae, #Oakenlings, etc. belong to the lovely @LadyLeaf)
WARNING: this doll contains Dark Magic
As Ynarra walked through the doorway at the top of the tower, lights blossomed into a gentle glow ahead of her, fairylights, with no source for their brilliance. It was meant to be otherworldly; very well, let this place truly be another world, the Mistress Supreme thought, weaving a dampening field behind her with the pattern of her footsteps and the sweep of her staff.
It wasn't far to the center of the large, circular tower room, still drenched in shadows despite the twinkling sparks that lit Ynarra's path. At a guess, the Yelaadim had used this as a display room for trophies, as well as possibly a seat of authority. A seat it most certainly held, now, of heavily carved oak, like a low throne. The Traitor was sitting there, attempting to give the impression of relaxation, and failing. "Good evening, Ynarra," she said in greeting.