OOC here!
Medusa stroked Eszter's head gently as the snake slithered by her. Lost in thought for a moment, the riotous curls dipped and danced in a light breeze around her face as she looked down. Her hands, she noticed, were rather thin. They'd seem elegant to anyone else, though she found them comparable to yellow twigs. The woman was not on good terms with herself.
Ever vigilant, however, Medusa's head snapped up, sending her wild locks back almost comically. A tall woman wanted to know why she was alone. Called her pretty. The Narrator scoffed and immediately went after it. She's lying to you out of pity. You're not pretty. he hissed to her. He wanted her to pay attention to him, no one else.
Pretty..? Medusa said quietly, her hand rising up to touch the scars. She wanted to believe this statuesque woman, but she didn't know if she should. Her pupil expanded and her eye darted next to her, where a blackened stick turned into a garter snake. It sat calmly, looking at Medusa as she reached for it.
As the wolfswan petted the snake-stick, she looked at the woman and said Not pretty, but I wanted alone. Pack... Never had one. Scary.
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