MY WASP IN A JAR
06-13-2013, 09:32 PM
The girl seemed to grow irritated, but the serpent would not back down. Instead she found it entirely too amusing; charm had little place here, not where free entertainment was concerned. Perhaps it was foolish of Medusa to assume this girl would never become anything of great importance. It would also seem that the younger would misunderstand her speech, a fact that also amused the wicked wench. ?I never said it did. But it tells of your mother?s presence in your life, which tells a bit of your story,? she informed. A princess, eh? Was she the sort who rebelled against the image, or who thought she deserved everything upon a polished platter? Medusa was not certain, but she supposed the judgment was one she could make as their conversation went on. It would seem she?d also misinterpreted the woman?s question of ownership, and her response earned the beauty a quirked brow. ?Then it is your father who owns you. You see, your surname, if you have one, is a mark of your ties and loyalties. You belong to your family, unless I am being presumptuous, in which case I apologize, and you have had some sort of terrible falling out,? she spoke, the word presumptuous accented heavily in a joking way. After all, their conversation had mostly been based upon what the serpent had been presuming. |