The Firebird chirped something quietly in Baba Yaga's ear. Baba Yaga turned her eyes, her countenance poised as her gaze settled on the dark haired Bo-Peep approaching her, speaking to her, standing before her. The glow of Zhara cast a light in this woman's eyes that made Beatrice tilt her head in interest, and smile a thin, bemused smile.
"Good evening, little shepherd. Lost your herd tonight?"