"Yes, it is a little bothersome. A house on chicken's legs, but it's better than trailer homes and wagons." The house seemed to recognize that it hadn't been insulted; in fact, it might have been complimented. The smoke plumes puffed cheerily still from the chimney. Said smoke puffs were noticed by the small woman, dark large eyes lifting to watch them.
"Stop that." It was a quick commanding bark that sounded as if she were used to giving commands and being obeyed. The house trembled for only a moment, but the smoke dwindled to mere wisps that disappeared as soon as they caught the wind. Baba's attention returned to the one possessing a misplaced magic.
"Sweeney. You're different." Her fingers trailed over the house's outside as she took a few steps toward the large man. He towered over her easily, but there wasn't fear in her eyes, just interest and perhaps a bit of hunger. "You're not like some of these who were brought here, are you?" Her voice a soft purr.
The house was forgotten, but it seemed to watch without windows or eyes what was going on. Would it be used for its mistress' dark purposes, or would it have to be content with simply being near her? "Why are you so different, Sweeney?"