Baba had to get out. She had to escape. Staying in one place, while comforting on one hand, was stifling on the other. Xanadu was not being helpful, and frankly, the sorcerer had grown tired of the torturing. There were only so many times she could hear "no, no, please stop." before she got bored. So, she was out in the sunshine, and she was wearing the body she'd come to the City in, cute little Red Riding Hood - well, cute in that cold calculating, possibly sadistic way. She even wore a little red hood/cape job; it amused her.
She opted for a more spring time breezy dress that only hinted at the figure beneath when the sun shown through it in a certain way. She liked that feeling of lightness. The sandals were just as fitting for the look. Baba topped it all off with a basket of goodies. These little things brought a smile to those stolen lips.
Or they would have.
Now and then, she'd feel it. The City was acting up. She could feel it. It had changed, expended energy somewhere, but all she could see were couples forming. The cat/frog coupling she had passed earlier would have bothered some, but she came from an existence in which humans and bears became frequent bed partners, where pigs might love pretty girls, and Goldie Locks was one crazy bitch. She had come from a world that embraced the oddities, for the most part.
It wasn't until it was upon her that she realized what ridiculous thing had happened. The City had brought in that damned Eros, and it had brought it in from the wrong plane - Eros was supposed to be a beautiful, not...not that! It fired at her, and while her magic was great, the arrow still got through, hitting her and stinging like a...what was that term she'd heard Pinocchio use once? Mutha?