Witch's Marsh Gypsy Caravan

Sorry man, @Quetzalli

Despite the woman's polite demenour, at least towards her, Božena is still peeved by her rude awakening. She is too old to be so quickly woken in unfamiliar territory. Her eyes remained narrowed as her golden, wobbling eye was turned towards the woman as she observed her truly. Her eye scanned the woman, noticing the soft, floral colors of her aura; light colors of pink and yellow, blue and lavender, a true kytice bude as she called it. 

Her normal eye turned towards the unknown woman, as she began to recognize the language she slipped in between her use of the common tongue. I not yer 'aunty', She snorts. You hunt for me, zen I vill see if you kan kome in, She lays at the entrance of the den, blocking the woman from forcing her way inward.