|(#TwilightRealm, #Witches, #Dorch #Fae, #Oakenlings, etc. belong to the lovely @LadyLeaf)
WARNING: this doll contains Dark Magic
Elora emerged from the shadows, hissing with rage, tiny static arcs still clinging to her like stinging nettles. Heat shimmered down the length of her staff, and Ynarra was suddenly engulfed in flames. The older Witch's skirts flared out as she spun, and a cool breeze swept the room. Her breath fogged as she once again admonished her sister, "Elora, this settles nothing. I'm afraid I've come to stop you."
"You have no right!" snarled the younger sibling, goaded into responding. "When did you ever treat me as an equal? Well, I'm better than you, now, Ynarra, smarter, stronger." And with that, the crystal atop her staff began to pulse with blackness, eating the light, pushing darkness into her sister's mind, filling her eyes and ears with void, deadening her thoughts. Elora smiled, although the effort taxed her more than she liked.