Two Eyes Cenote Ikaheka

Muat Riya was in a tizzy. There was a new occupant of their cells, and Medusa lurked to try and listen. And pray for his soul. But she wasn’t able to get much information—she was no longer trusted. Fuckers.

Bored out of her ever loving mind, Medusa thought to go to Akashingo and relationship build with the King Consort and Pharaoh. She wanted some sort of job, and here… here, it all had kind of gone to shit too quickly. A puppy murderer was more liked than her, but Medusa still never delivered Qiao’s name to any. Maybe the woman had cursed her, who knew? 

Fuck. It was definitely working if so. Nothing else shitty seemed to be happening… unless…

Her mind fell to the prisoner. And it was then Eset said her name—Medusa blinked four times in shock, flinching in shock. Shit. I didn’t even hear you, and she rose to a stand. Medusa waffled for a moment, not knowing what to do next—she had a penchant for pissing people off. And she definitely didn’t want to do that, not now.

…how can I help you? she probably couldn’t, she realized, given she couldn’t even help her damn self.