'Fuck me sideways! I've kicked the asses of two of her Horsemen and killed countless of her children. If the forefather of all Vampires calls me Butcher, there's no telling what she thinks of me.' Lith thought.
He and Solus started weaving their best spells, not stopping even when Baba Yaga's eyes met Lith's.
"What a pleasant surprise. I've heard a lot about all of you and I was eager to meet you in person." Baba Yaga shapeshifted from the Crone into the Mother.
She now looked like a beautiful woman in her forties, with flaming red hair and emerald green eyes, wearing a farmer's day dress. Her voice was calm and wise, her body had the reassuring aura typical of good mothers.
"There's no need to conjure power, child. I'm not Silverwing and our meeting will be peaceful as long as you don't force my hand." Baba Yaga said to Lith, who still didn't trust her and kept weaving new spells.
