Lion Head Mesa now my attention span is shot

Medusa, she said, stopping in her path in thoughts that the girl herself was trying to converse. Oh, no, she was side-stepping. Medusa made a noise of relief that she was saved from the need to socialize, something she simply was not good at. She just didn't enjoy it.

But since the other girl wasn't looking at her, Medusa stared openly at the lavender girl. 

A pang of envy, for the others beauty. A strange and ugly feeling reared its head within her. 

Maybe she should make the girl sample a poisonous feast. 

The intrusive thought caused her to draw in a deep breath. Where did that come from? And why? Medusa blinked before she too moved to wander the cold, dark corridors to her cold, dark space.