Sweeney came to a sliding halt when the house finally settled itself down to the ground. He couldn't believe what he was seeing. No wonder a panic wasn't on the loose, the wretched thing could easily masquerade as a regular non-mobile home. No one would be the wiser if they walked past it now. Cursing under his breath, he watched the woman who had so easily commanded the beast.
Who was this woman who commanded a house? Did the chicken-legged house belong to her? Perhaps it hadn't been enchanted by the Djinn. Perhaps it had been enchanted by this woman somehow. Perhaps it was best if Sweeney tread carefully around this woman.
"Your house?" He asked, eying the structure warily. He was concerned it would get up and move again and squash more things... namely him.