I WAS A HEAVY HEART TO CARRY
06-13-2013, 12:02 PM
Medusa wondered what sort of woman sat before her; was she a prude? Was she an innocent maiden who would shrink back from her flirtation? Was she a lecher like herself? The serpent knew not, and therefore felt pressed to continue their interaction. There were many mysteries about the blue-tinted woman, mysteries that Medusa wanted answers to. If anything she would be entertained, no matter what the reaction was. She would either receive amusement or satisfaction; either was acceptable for the midnight mistress. The explanation of her presence was received with a nod of her head. ?Well that certainly wasn?t very polite of him,? she said. Her voice was a delicate coo, almost childish in sound. ?And where exactly does the lovely lady need to be so urgently? Perhaps I could help you find what you are looking for,? she said. It was mostly lies, sweet nothings whispered from the lips of a snake. Medusa knew very little of these lands, and would be of very little help, but she would still try her best to keep the fascinating woman?s company. |