Looking at the curly mare with her eyes holding the emotion of embarrassment, Yaga felt her tongue tie itself in knots. Her mane softly blew with the breeze, stretching the black length against her neck and waving it in the air, her two toned coat hid the goosebumps that rose from the way she was being watched. It felt as if she were being a prey item sized up for a meal… and it sent a thrill through her system. Never before had she enjoyed this kind of thing before.
Taking in the words that Avarice spoke, Yaga felt ease wash through her embarrassment. She hadn't entirely fumbled, something she was entirely thankful for in that moment. As more words spilled from the beauty and infiltrated her senses, Yaga had to grasp at straws to make sense of it all. The last piece Avarice had said though, it rocked her. She hadn't ever had to think about those things, things she should cherish. She was just Baba Yaga, named as a witch before she even understood the meaning. What was there for her to cherish or treasure?
Pondering over those words, the shire cross let her mind wander. It hit so many things, but none of them actually meant anything. It took a while for her to shuffle her mental deck of cards and decide upon something, but it wasn't a glorious something. Super simple, easy to do, and something she could grasp, Yaga knew when it hit her. Blinking her eyes as it came through the many pictures she conjured up, she once more was in the present as her now soft eyes looked into the copper like ones of Avarice.
“Currently… my most treasured thing is what anyone should have.” Starting off with that, she sucked in a breath as her head tried to bow against her will. “It's not much… but I believe it would have to be self awareness.” Something easy, something she could do, and something she could grasp. It wasn't a living thing or an object, but something only she could do for herself. “I… I know it's odd but… I think that's what I've got right now.” Self awareness… the conscious knowledge of one's own character, feelings, motives, and desires. The one thing that would keep her straight and true to who and what she was.
BABA YAGA
mare | 17.0hhs | grey | Lead of the Forest
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