Medusa thought as she wandered along, wondering about the merits of joining a pack when she could just wander around like this, finding things she liked or thought that Ksenija might like. She kept seeing sparkles in the dust and would crouch down to look at them and touch them, but they were just chunks of broken glass. Still, she picked them up and put them carefully in a little bag. It had been a while, but she still remembered how to make glass safe. The female would make jewelry and perhaps give some to Ksenija.
She held a piece of glass the color of the sea and as she turned it around and around, Medusa knew it would be perfect for her love. She could imagine melting down the glass and reshaping it into something... Something... She shook her head wildly. The woman had no idea what to turn it into, her thoughts were scattered so much. She crouched down once more and poked through the rubble, finding poison-green glass and putting it in the pouch with the sea-colored glass. She knew those two were special, but she didn't know how much so yet.
She stood up and continued on, sifting through rubble and pocketing small things as she found them. Until she and Ksenija joined the pack, there was little for the female to do, and Medusa was bored.
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