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

as she swept back along the paw-worn path, the footsteps of another joined. 

medusa; qiao was surprised to see her, much reduced from the wispy thing she’d seen last. her olive gaze apprised her without warmth. 

a blessing. qiao corrected, cold in light of the treason sprung upon medusa’s tongue. 

she paused from her brisk walk to measure this creature, recalling the hour she’d helped wrap ramesses’ cooling flesh. only the guilty point fingers.

but this girl — if she could be called that — was hardly worth qiao’s focus. in the manner of a clergy irritatedly smoothing his ruffled cloak, qiao swept past medusa and kept on the same path as before.