The crone had taken a few days to rest after the curse. Power wasn't the issue so much as she needed to understand the why of it. Or more accept it. There was a strange battle within, a battle that wasn't a battle, and that irritated her.
Not wanting to stay inside the castle because there was a loneliness there she didn't want to face, even if facing it might have been for the best - would have been for the best, she left her home with her husband. Not wanting to lose herself completely in her cabin, as comfy as it was, she set out to the streets. There were paths here she needed to see and understand, and she could only do so by walking them.
As she walked, she spotted something...new. The old her, or not so old her as she was now the old old her not the new old her, would have enjoyed twisted this little thing, carry out her anger and spite on this new one. At least she hoped this one was new, or she would find herself second guessing. Second guessing served no one.
"Walking alone at night is rarely safe." She spoke softly, stepping from the shadows to make sure the woman saw her. Being the crone did require a little bit of theatrics.