Flycatcher Downs dropped the ball on this one

@Eshe SORRY

 

If asked why she had gone, Medusa would claim spiritual journey, or whatever. She just needed a minute. And at least she had told the Queen. Medusa had lost the testicular fortitude to shit talk Senmut, tutor dearest, post-ascension. His divine feminine counterpart was far easier to swallow. 

Change, change, and more change. Medusa wasn't sure when it would end, but her head had almost (literally) rolled from it. But... the busyness... she was accustom to it. Didn't mind the chaos anymore. In fact, being so far... she missed it. Everywhere else was far too damn quiet. And that was the worst. 

Alone with her thoughts, all that there was to do was really think. And Medusa found that alone with her thoughts, she was cruel to herself. Better when she wasn't alone, to pay attention to anyone else but herself. Make them cringe and balk and shrink. Does that make you feel big? Strong? 

Uh, hello and goodbye, introspection! Who asked you? 

She should do something. Anything else but freaking think. What had @Senmut taught her... hm... well, she could make an altar! Yes, yes, that... would probably get her some points. With Toula, too... 

Okay, altar building it was. Medusa set off to find some shiny things... and then she would pick who would get an altar picked for them. 

Or... rather, Who would get an altar picked for Them. Yes, it was important to think that way too. Believe it. Because they—They!—would know if you didn't.