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

He met her, his familiar way of navigating one that she thought was normal. She stood still up until he was beside her, and then she took a step forward, and then another. Medusa paused at the threshold where normally they were stopped. Something held her there for a moment. Medusa was not a disobedient girl, not intentionally, but she was a curious one. And this light... it called to her. It demanded exploration. 

Of them both. 

Medusa took another step forward. No reprimand, no obstacle. She blinked and said, nooo, as they had been told many times before... but took another step. 

When no one stopped her from there, Medusa smiled. No one had come to collect them, to bring them to the rendezvous. But Medusa did not think for one moment it was because they were forgotten. Such a concept did not exist to her.

No, what Medusa thought was that this light had granted them an opportunity. One the other light, the light of day, had not. So she said, ...hmmm... 

And then made to leave the rendezvous. ...us go, she started, and then, we bye! looking to her brother, nodding encouragingly (not that he could see), making sure he was with her for each step. To the hallways!