Holding in a wince, Yaga let herself stand there. She should have asked a question, something. Instead she gave her answer and then clammed up like a star struck colt. Words were hard suddenly, as if forming them with her tongue was above her pay grade. Not understanding herself or her feelings left Yaga like a beached whale. She needed the sea just as much as she needed air, but she could not live without the one. Her understanding of her feelings usually was easy as it was boredom, aggression, or frustration. It was simple, but right now she was a turbulent boat left out on the sea without a life preserver.
Letting out a shaky breath, yaga took the question offered like a lifeline. “My home… right now it's quiet. The seasons are usually mild until winter hits and the borders are safe.” She gave typical answers there, unsure of what she should be saying about her home exactly. “There are pockets of open space between the trees where the sun hits just right to make it an almost golden oasis.” Smiling to herself, Yaga shakes her head with her ears flattening in bashfulness. “I live in the Forest of Luthien.” Ah, at least now she could say what and where her home was.
Thinking of a question to offer Avarice after her blunder, Yaga let her hooves shift for a moment. She was nervous, obviously so. Her long tail snapped against her hips before she dipped her head towards Avarice. “Not to push your question your way in a sense… but what is something you cherish Avarice? What would make you come with me to my home where I could try and make it worthwhile for you?” Yaga wanted Avarice to be in the Forest so badly she could taste it. She did not know that soon their conversation would be ruined by Zion, but in the moment she wanted to know… “What could I do to treasure you in a way that you wish to be?”
BABA YAGA
mare | 17.0hhs | grey | Lead of the Forest
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