The Universe's Mixer

The boys had been fun, and she'd kept her husband busy for the most part. Of course, she had to let him see to his business and his progeny, and she didn't feel the need to be with him every moment. Well, she did, but she could ignore it when she knew that was partly the blood speaking. She understood the draw, and she simply pushed that to the side. Plus, absence did make the heart and the libido grow fonder?

Baba Yaga sat on the grassy knoll and watched as people played and romped like silly little puppies. Her nose wrinkled a little at it all. They were too happy and too quaint. Mundies, or sub-Mundies disgusted her, and she would prefer to see them used in some fashion. Then again, if they weren't so stupid, half the things that she got up to would not go over very well; there would be some champion type somewhere who wanted nothing more than to end her life and her fun. She did have to wonder though what her husband would do should someone try to kill her. She laughed softly at the thought of it.

Her head tilted up to the sun, which she enjoyed. The fact that the weather rarely changed allowed her to sit there in a nearly see through bit of cotton dress and the sandals. A hint of wind played with her hair and the hem of her dress. Now if she could just find a way to make someone's day...miserable, more interesting, just fun for her.