MY WASP IN A JAR
06-13-2013, 07:32 PM
It would seem that this girl wasn?t the playful sort, as her quick response would indicate. The siren?s lips would let loose a chuckle at the rebuttal, wondering if this girl was one of those wild, reckless teenage sorts who had a sharp tongue and sharp wit. ?Too bad,? she said, although she would not impose her presence upon the youth for too long. If she did not enjoy it, Medusa was not so despicable a woman that she would stay longer than a good laugh?s worth of time. ?Why, names are most certainly important dear. They tell who you belong to, what?s your background, what your mother imagined you?d be when you grew up,? she said. The girl would offer her name. Eos. It wasn?t a name that Medusa could tell anything about really, but she would ponder it nonetheless. The bit of snark at the end of her speech was not missed, and instead was greeted with a cackle. ?Of course I am not satisfied. I desire entertainment, entertainment you have proven capable of providing, lovely,?she cooed. Medusa would not disturb the youth, but she would seek to irritate her. ?Who do you belong to, dearest?? she asked. It wasn?t a question of ownership, but a question of parentage, of what familial background the beauty belonged to. Was she related to anybody the serpent had encountered? |