Baba Yaga

And you're the ingredients.

”Words hold power.” Came the strong but tired voice of Yaga. Her pale eyes held a bit of a smile, thanks to the one stretching her lips reaching them. People said eyes were the window to one's soul, but at times it was the light of a smile that could make their depths purely breathtaking. As her eyes danced, her hooves moved beside the young son of Lucifer.

Turning her head to watch the strength that enompased that of her brother, Yaga took note of a few things. Her sibling no longer really limped on his back leg. It was still an injury she bet bothered him, but he was finally, years later, gaining the strength he needed on that leg he favored for so long to use it as it was meant to be. She could see the scars crisscrossing their way over him as well, making his body stand out in ways she herself could not match. He was older than her by at least two years, but she was unsure just how much older he really was.

Flicking her ears forward, the once was lead looks to her side. Ash was not the largest of Lucifer’s children, that much she knew from having met Noctifer. Ceyx was also a smaller one of her brother's offspring, but she was curious of what made up this young stallion beside her. Holding in her questions though, she simply followed until they made it to an oasis. Smiling at the water, the tired woman lowers her head to the clear patch of serenity. Taking her fill, she barely holds back the groan from tasting something not salt filled for the first time in a long time.

“Times are changing.” Yaga speaks once her thirst is quenched. Looking at her brother, she dips her head slowly towards that of Ash. “You can't stay lead forever brother. Someone else needs you.” Yaga did not know everything, but she knew a simple fact. She had told Lucifer before to stay on the path of good, but no longer could that be the case. Turning to face the rough direction of Tinuvel, she sighs. “Tefnut needs aid. You are best to go there instead of her coming here.” Yaga would never expect someone like her brother to bow, but in time he could unless he was that devoted to Marceline and her bid for power. Shaking her head, she then turns to Ash with a nervous smile on her lips. “Sorry to make you deal with this now youngling.”

Mare ─ 17.0 hands ─ Grey (Black) ─ The Witch