The Universe's Mixer

Baba Yaga was not happy. Oh, she liked her freedom, but she didn't like that she'd been kept at all. Bound by some whelp of a creature who was probably trying to learn and understand. She could have helped it, rather than being part of its little experiment. The City, no doubt, knew that she'd be asking for an audience very soon. She hid nothing of her feelings toward it, and she wouldn't be surprised if it could guess that she would find some way to punish it for being so very rude.

She'd managed to find a lovely young lady who was about as together as any of the other City natives, and she "borrowed" the young woman's apartment along with her clothes. The young woman hadn't been killed; no, Baba had decided to nudge her back on the path of a wayward life style, a very wayward life style. It was a little revenge, but she would have a greater one. She had time after all.

So, with clean body and clothes, and maybe a little bit of that ice cream the young woman had in her freezer, the sorcerer felt much better. She knew that her house was probably still out in the Park and needed to be seen to, so she started that way. She had to wonder what a chicken legged cabin did when it was left to its own devices.