Snowforest Taiga mangosteen

What did she need? You do not know? she asked, marching toward him with curiosity that was, then and there, genuine. When the Gods sent Their people on a mission, she had assumed Their landmarks would know it if not the journeyman! Well, then the two of them would learn it then. Annoying, but not impossible. 

I think my Gods sent me to you, but They did not explain Themselves. You are the one that must help me, since you are the one They led me to, she was eager, she was believing—for all of her life she had lived in dim darkness. But now there was some sort of light within her, growing and growing. She had always felt so cold, and now that she felt warmth she could not resist it. Medusa had never been allowed so close—the sun caused her pain and discomfort. The seconds she basked in trace spots the sun had fled from felt similar to this, sunsoaked stones upon her belly. As close to the planet as she ever thought she’d get.

Well. Until now, when it felt like she’d consumed but a portion of it. 

A little desperately, she pressed: please, she paused, this can’t be for nothing, a step toward him, do you feel it too?