What would happen if...

Nighttime seemed neverending, but in Medusa's head, she didn't mind it at all. She quite enjoyed it. It brought all manner of creatures around for her to catch, decapitate, and stick in front of her den. The girl often smelled of dead flesh, and today was no different. With fresh heads staked haphazardly in her little gruesome garden, she was never in short supply of food or things to roll in. It was comforting to her. Though not so much to others.

She followed the woman that looked to be getting fatter, and the boy with the skunk tail. She hadn't had much interaction with either of them, but she wasn't complaining. She had still yet to understand much of anything, and she was often too busy occupying herself with her gruesome little experiments, anyway. She did notice all manner of glowing things cropping up everywhere, from crystals to mushrooms and even freaky blue fireflies and other glowing things. When the skunk boy spoke, her head ticked for a moment as she stared at a cluster of crystals, a look of longing in her gaze. "I dunno but Medusa wants it!" She exclaimed as she stepped closer until her nose was pressed up against it.