Put a muzzle on me and I'll spit in your mouth. Posted on July 19, 2025 at 09:36:15 PM by Baba Yaga
The grass was burnt in places the sun had reached during the summer. The freshest of still green stalks could be found by the streams and river. Those places, with lush green and soft bites, was where Baba Yaga could be found after doing her duty on the edges of her home. With those bites and stolen hours of silence, the grey draft grew from a not so thick youngling into a sturdy young lady. Instead of the disproportionate three year old that claimed the forest all those seasons ago, she now stood as a thicker almost five year old. Good food, steady temperatures, and a life she lived aided in her shining a bit brother than when she first arrived with a temper and unease.
Lifting her head from the grass she had been eating, the two toned mare flicked her ears towards a call. His voice made her head tilt to the side, a faint smile playing at her lips. It had been a while since she last saw Dagda, but his ever steady presence made her at ease even if at times she could be seen as nervous. It took her a moment to decide if she would call him to her or walk, but soon enough the tall daughter of Fell and Siren moved through the brush and away from the creek that offered her good food.
Twisting through the trees and out into the open area Dagda stood, the mare dipped her head with her eyes twinkling. Happiness flooded her system due to the calm day, the tasty grass, and the sound of her daughter frolicking in their home. “You called?” Her voice was kind, showing her contentment as she stopped moving forward. Resting there in the sun, she lifted a hind leg just enough to rest it on the toe of her hoof.