[On it! ;)]
Soaring over Arca, tilting west, then north, then zip zip zip over the mountains, over the Sirantil Valley, further north still, almost to the cradling embrace of the Kilanthro range.
A grand if somewhat decrepit manor stood nearly at the base of the mountains, all dark stone and imposing walls, each gate capped with wrought iron spikes and guarded by stone gargoyles- or were they stone? The seemed to move in the corner of one's eye, but never if the gaze lingered directly.
The vision pulsed, narrowed, then soared in through one of the many vaulted windows in a northeastern tower.
Twilight groaned softly and sat up, pressing a hand to her temple. Her head ached and her whole body felt heavy, as though her veins had been filled with lead. She shivered and looked around, trying to make her brain work quickly enough to figure out just what the hell was going on.
The room was dimly lit by wall sconces, with a thick, burgundy rug that matched the hangings on the four poster bed where she lay. She frowned at that, plucking the blanket between her fingers. She didn't recognize it. "Where...?"
"Are you?"
She jumped and whipped her head toward the voice, which evidently belonged to the tall, thin man who not occupied the arched doorway. Immediately her hackles went up, eyes darting from the door to the window to the dresser, searching for an escape route.
The stranger- and he was a stranger, hair too dark and face too long to be the man she remembered from the previous night- smirked and shook his head at her. "I wouldn't, precious. We're some two hundred feet up in this room, and I don't think you're sure enough of your magic to risk that jump."
Twilight swallowed thickly, but before she could respond- if she could have thought of anything- a slightly more familiar voice drawled, "Enough, Tyrrel. Go to your sister, she needs assitance."
The man- Tyrrel- rolled his eyes and stepped aside to allow Lorian into the room, casting a fang-tipped smirk at Twilight over his shoulder as he did.
Wait.
Twilight's eyes widened and she sprang from the bed, darting toward the window. "Where am I?" she demanded of Lorian, panting. "What- what did you do to me?" She could barely move- just that quick lunge had drained her of her strength, she was swaying on her feet.
"Easy now, easy." Lorian moved toward her and held out a hand. She flinched away from him, but then her knees gave out and with a little cry she collapsed, only to be caught around the waist by that slender, wiry arm. She pushed feebly at his chest, breath sharp with fear and a labored heartbeat. "Shh, sweet thing," Lorian murmured as he reached up to smooth a lock of hair from her forehead.
"You...lied to me," Twilight gasped. "Where am I? What- what's going on?"
"All good questions," Lorian purred. "Though for another time, I think." His hand cupped her cheek, forcing her to meet his crimson gaze, and suddenly she felt even heavier, slower than before. She couldn't move, couldn't resist...
Vel...
"Vel." It was a whisper, barely. Lorian's brow wrinkled in a slight frown. She took a shuddering breath. "Vel- Vel!"
"Ah, ah, ah." Her captor smoothed a hand over her brow and her eyes fluttered. She slumped in his arms and he scooped her up, carrying her to the bed. "You're stronger than I'd have thought," he murmured as he laid her down carefully and drew a blanket up to her chin. Fangs flashed as he grinned. "That's good. That's very good."
Everything was swimming in darkness. Sounds and images felt very far away. She barely stirred when he leaned in to press a kiss to her forehead, murmured something in a language she didn't understand in her ear-
Darkness.
Lorian chuckled as the girl slipped again into unconsciousness and looked up toward the window where he could feel the tickle of the scrying spell. "You've no idea what sort of prize you've been hoarding to yourself, do you?" he commented blithely to the unseen watcher. His eyes flashed as he spread his arms wide in invitation and grinned. "If you'd like to learn, please. Come. Come enjoy our hospitality. I'm sure Aurora would be thrilled to see you. If only for a moment."
He chuckled, waved his hand, and the spell was broken.
The scrying ball went dark.
[Sorry for the long post! Wanted to set the scene :3]