The crone's head tilted as she watched the cabin gamboled about on the green lawn. The small woman's hands rested on her knees; she seemed so very comfortable in the moment. Finally she let her feet touch the ground, making her so very short compared to the big man beside her. She didn't seem to mind it.
"What do you want?" Her attention was fully on him. The cabin knew she wasn't watching, and whatever it was feeling had to moving slowly back toward the small woman. It settled down a dozen or so yards away, looking as if it were waiting.
"With your iron and rude magics?" She sounded almost disgusted by everything.