Two Eyes Cenote return

Shit. That was somehow even worse.

Medusa crawled toward the food and began to eat, offering her shoulders to be cleansed by him. Medusa admired the plate for only a second, too hungry to really appreciate it. But remembering where she was, and thinking of the golden Pharaoh, she paused to try and do just that. 

She could try and make an effort to be better here, couldn’t she? Nice touches, she said, lips stained with red. 

Thoughtfulness. Why couldn’t she have inherited that from him? What had she inherited? I think the Gods delayed me. Do you think he will understand? why humor this with the fellahin? She didn’t know. But she listened for the answer regardless.