Two Eyes Cenote hey, it’s time to hand it over

Medusa was weak, and truly in no state to be moving around. But she could not sit still and think about… 

Fatigued, and flagging, Medusa stepped into the night with a sigh. A familiar scent, and a familiar feeling. Medusa followed, watched—with the curious eye of a heretic who said she believed in Gods to get to whatever end she needed to get to.

Today, it was answers. Medusa did not know what she had seen or not seen the day before Pharaoh died. Only that Qiao seemed somehow a part of it, and Senmut too, who had sent her away under decree of Makono, or maybe then it had been Queen Toula if successor 2 had already gone away…

Again, semantics. The finer details didn’t much matter to Medusa (maybe they should). Only the point. And what was the point of her going away? It’d all been one big theory, but now… 

Medusa, on wobbly legs and in no condition to begin a confrontation, asked: killing another Pharaoh? 

Now, Medusa had no idea if Qiao was involved in any of that. She wasn’t supposed to know anything, truth be told. And here Medusa was, revealing a card. Everything had changed after that day. Makono, who Qiao had gone to visit, elevated. 

It didn’t matter, that, not in the face of the fact that Qiao was surely still better liked than Medusa herself for what she could contribute (and what wasn’t known), and yet… 

Had Qiao been poisoning the water? 

Medusa, hating everything this particular hour, thought she might want to take a drink of it and see for herself. Bedraggled and unkempt, Medusa found her eyes turning to—or, at least the direction of where—where Qiao had dropped and retrieved her wares. 

Now, all of this was one big assumption. The big truth? Medusa knew shit about fuck. Things had been chaotic. But how did one find anything out without a little pretending?

vague about … previous hours