The cabin was more than animated. It was a living possibly breathing creature. The crone had long ago given up figuring out how her cabin worked beside the whole magic situation. It was all magic.
She found a hill and motioned for the cabin to run and play. The area was more or less clear of people, and she didn't seem any around. Pulling her legs up, she was soon sitting "Indian" style in the air. It was rare that she showed her abilities so openly. Her skirt fluttered between her legs and around her.
The crone felt free for the moment. Funny how that could end with the wrong set of eyes looking on.