Medusa smiled at Ksenija as she looked at the snakes. "They are goods friend, yes." she said quietly. She tilted her head and looked at her new companion. She had no friends? She was alone? This stunning Russian beauty, this lovely woman, alone? Medusa scowled, not believing her. Her ears perked up, however, at the mention of she and Ksenija being friends. "I don't believe you had no friends. You beautiful women." She smiled shyly and peeked up at the silvery woman beneath her lashes. "But we are friends, yes."
Medusa shivered unexpectedly on the warm day, and drew her tattered cloak around her. It gave no extra warmth, but it made her feel safe. Except... She felt safe with Ksen. The woman looked down and then back at her friend, and then realized she might feel safer with Ksenija that she did with her cloak. Her chill increased suddenly, and she wrapped the cloak tighter, absently hearing it rip more along the sides. She shivered uncontrollably then.
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