Lion Head Mesa are we the sons of seth, and the daughters of cain?

Medusa had not known much kindness in her life. But she also did not recognize its counterpoint for what it was. And so, as far as she could tell, life was good. Today was a day meant to escape from darkness, but unlike most children Medusa kept away from any light. Once, and only once, had she been interested in that new thing that illuminated the floor. But she did not like being uncomfortable, and after enough times of enduring such a feeling from that (of which she would only remember the once), Medusa had learned to stay away. 

She and her brother were reared by @Jawahir. It was not a warm upbringing. But Medusa did not understand it to be cold. She did not understand a lot.

Tonight... There was a different kind of light that illuminated the dens floor. Her muzzle had been resting atop her forelegs as she idled, but as time passed the light stretched. Medusa looked to her brother, who was not moved by it. 

Ky-eht, she called to him, the sound timid. A name provided by Jawahir (quiet, they had actually said), spoken enough that it stuck. It was but one of many that the two of them had. All things were names, and none of them commands. If he stirred, she did not wait to see it as the moonlight ensconced her face. 

This... was... not uncomfortable. 

Ky-eht, she repeated, louder now. Medusa stood, and stepped forward. But she waited for @Midas now, unwilling to go further without him. Hm. Maybe he needed encouraging? She turned to stand at his side, and would move with him, an unwitting guide. 

Medusa did not know he could not see.