This turn of events was startling to say the least. Wet behind the ears like what Garmr had said and beaten twice during the Spring, Yaga stands on the beach after arriving back into the Forest with a look of confusion in her bright gazes depths. She hadn't intended to win, not even twice in one season. She was playing, but now she got a prize? It was all so…. odd. What happened to being the loser, not the winner?
Turning her head when the lithe mare spun around and aimed words at her, Yaga just stood stock still. Her eyes barely moved as they stuck to the copper mares frame, unable to actively scan her frame for anything more than her coat color. She was chewing over her victory, but it wasn't with glee our a proud set to her frame. Yaga, for all intents and purposes, was a newly hatched duckling free falling from where its mother had said to jump.
Licking her lips, Yaga pulled in a breath before giving a shrug. “I don't think I'm anybody.” She finally replied, her head shaking before she moved forward and away from the one she had stolen. “I didn't intend to win, but somehow I drew the short straw.” Moving steadily, Yaga made it to the treeline before her gaze settled back on Raksha. “I hadn't intended to keep you for the season, but now the decision is wavering.” Yaga hadn't, really. She was learning, becoming stronger. The win went against everything she had planned and it set her up for a mess of what she should be doing.
When Curse appeared, Yaga certainly wished to just beat her head into a tree. “Business.” She snapped, her eyes closing as a weight settled on her shoulders. For once…. just once…. she needed a minute. Opening her eyes and settling them on Raksha, Yaga quietly made a choice without anyone being the wiser. For a moment, just a little one, she wanted to see what Zion actually had as a herd. If in the future… No, she wouldn't go there. If he held fire in all of his members like Raksha, Yaga knew that this game would be never ending.
BABA YAGA
mare | 17.0hhs | grey | Lead of the Forest
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