Lion Head Mesa twentieth

Medusa stood with her father, standing afar. 

Apprentice of Senmut now. Something she had accepted, because it felt to her there was no other recourse. No other way for her father to continue to live happily here. Medusa was selfish to a fault, but not when it came to him, or to Midas. And as far as she could tell, her father had always been happy here. 

She couldn't ruin that for him. 

But she would make it a miserable process for the high priest. As miserable for him as it would be for her. Medusa glowered for only a moment to be commanded by him, but Makono had never done anything to her to deserve her refusal. And again she wanted to be sure her father was alright, and still happy here. 

So she bowed. 

Head to the earth, Medusa willed the Gods (the Gods of Senmut) to imbue her with power. The power of Senmut. So that someday, she could displace him. Make him feel the shameful fear he had impressed upon her. 

But then unwilled it just as quickly. Gods? What Gods? The Gods that ignored her feeling that same fear? Add to that it would mean she would need to stay here forever... Medusa did not know if she had the patience. Nor might Senmut, who might sooner end her than endure her business of bringing misery. 

She had no idea what the hell she was doing. But perhaps that would be her biggest asset. Who could expect what Medusa herself was not even wholly certain of? Down to her hatred? Medusa hoped to make sense of something by the end of this day. Her head hurt.