𝐖𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐃 𝐎𝐋𝐃 𝐇𝐀𝐆.ᐟ

Hobbling out of her hut for the first time in god knows how long--

⠀ "They better be paying me royalties!"

She shoots up from her bed in a cold sweat.

⠀ "A goddess of witchcraft is practicing unhealthy coping mechanisms again."

— the animals, plants, dawn, day and night. And anyone who wants to needlessly 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘳𝘶𝘱𝘵 that often makes a 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵 warning for any other brats that want to try the same. Or a great meal, depending on how much meat they have on their bones."

The owl chitters again, and this time Baba allows it.

— loud laugh-like hoot interrupts them, and Baba Yaga tears her eyes away from her boiling pot to give it a look. "You're trying so hard. Catch your own food."

The owl turns its head with a rumbling sound, and then, the old crone turns her attention back to Morgen.

⠀ "I'm very happy here with —

The cat doesn't look away for a long while. She seems just as drawn into their impromptu staring contest as Morgen, even when a bird or pig tries and block her line of sight.

⠀ "Lonely implies a NEED for company. The fence isn't just for the pretty cream-white color, you know!" The owl's —

⠀ "Bring him over to me and I can whip him into shape! Implying you wouldn't mind possibly not getting him back, of course."

⠀"I'm a beauty, I know!"

⠀ "And to replenish your energy, eat them!"

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— call me Baba." She turns to take Morgen's hand in both of her own, give it a small pat, and let go again to shuffle to the stove. A dual-eyed black cat stares the stranger down from across the room.

⠀ "Take a seat wherever you'd like, and mind the animals!"

— and other flora hung to dry on the walls. It isn't unusual for women to keep medicinal herbs, or for peasants to live with their farm animals, but certainly not owls, magpies and...geese-swans? Whatever those strange hybrid birds are.

⠀ "The folks around here call me Baba Yaga, but you can just —

The crone doesn't appear fazed. Of course she didn't, this is 𝘩𝘦𝘳 house, the one she's been living in for hundreds of years, perhaps thousands by now.

The interior looks like most other grandmother's houses in this area, besides the animals that are scattered throughout it and the strange herbs —

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⠀ "I should drag you by the hair to my stove!" She's wagging her can at Hecate again. "A sleeping brew would do the trick!"

⠀"Why are you nauseous, dear?"

There's a wave of her hand, and a warm gust of air pushes Boreas aside. At the same time, a group of tall trees begin to move. Their bark cracks every time they move, and their branches engulf him to push him out of the clearing. An annoyed huff.

⠀ "Kids these days... All brats..."

Looming...

⠀ "It's just a simple smell, like any other."

⠀ "I know. I could smell it."

— on the inside than the outside.

⠀ "What's your name, deary?"

— planks on the front wall unfurl, making a ramp for them to climb. She walks up it, expecting Morgen to follow, and once both are past the threshold it closes behind them, revealing a door behind them that wasn't visible from the outside. Though the house only has a single room, it's much larger—

⠀ "You're very welcome!" The old woman cackles, showing her crooked teeth once again.

Once she's shuffled close enough to the house, she taps her cane on the ground to get its attention.

⠀ "Little house, turn your back to the forest, your front to me!"

It heeds her command, turns, and a couple —

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⠀ "Is this how you speak to your elders?!"

She wags a disapproving finger at Boreas, then turns around to shuffle back to her chicken-legged home.

⠀ "Get off my property or I'll turn you into worms!"

Oh, don't give her that look.