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Beyond Milliways' front door is an open area as would grace any farm; chickens in their house, a couple of goats stoped from their quest to eat the vegatables by a cunning wall, a shed and the peach-coloured wall of Medusa's own garden. There is another low building, too low to be anything but built partly under ground, and there are steps leading down to the door.

It's summer, morning, but still well on its way to being hot, even with the breeze coming off the ocean.

There are also dogs - large, rugged things who rush at Meda in a mad welcome-home-dance.






"...possibly I should have mentioned the boys," Medusa tells Atton, a little ruefully.

Date: 2009-01-09 11:31 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] stuck-mynock.livejournal.com
Dogs! Atton loves dogs!

They get a big, wide grin from him.

Date: 2009-01-09 11:40 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] stuck-mynock.livejournal.com
CUDDLES SCRITCHES SNIFFING - IT'S NOT HIS FAULT, HE HAS A VERY POWERFUL SENSE OF SMELL.

"They're so sweet."

Date: 2009-01-09 11:50 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] stuck-mynock.livejournal.com
"Who's the sweetest little things ever? Is it you? I think it is! Oh, yes, it is!"

Date: 2009-01-10 12:13 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] far-roaming.livejournal.com
There is a glint of gold from the doorway and Euryale walks up the steps, a basket on her hip. The other Gorgon stops when she sees the scene, and makes a face.

"You, sir, are seducing our dogs."

Date: 2009-01-10 12:18 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] stuck-mynock.livejournal.com
"I'm sure they are very responsible and won't fall for my wiles." He's still speaking to the dogs, really. "Right? No, you won't. You're very clever, yes you are, yes you are."

Date: 2009-01-10 12:22 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] far-roaming.livejournal.com
Euryale beams at Atton and the dogs. She's not laughing, really. She's just...amused.

Yes.

Date: 2009-01-10 12:28 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] stuck-mynock.livejournal.com
"Yes, you have the best ears ever, you do, you do." Atton eventually stands, giving Euryale a nod and a grin. "Hey. Nice to meet you." His tone is a little bit flirtatious, just because Atton finds it difficult to rein these things in, but only a little.

Date: 2009-01-10 12:30 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] far-roaming.livejournal.com
Euryale - slightly taller than Medusa, not nearly so pretty for all the strong resemblance - grins and gives Atton the approving once-over.

"Pleasure."

Date: 2009-01-10 12:31 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] far-roaming.livejournal.com
She gives her sister a long look.

Date: 2009-01-10 12:37 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] stuck-mynock.livejournal.com
It's questionable as to whether Atton really notices this exchange - By the time it's over, his attention is back on the dogs, scritching them behind the ears.

Date: 2009-01-10 12:40 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] far-roaming.livejournal.com
With a sigh, Euryale whistles and the dogs, reluctantly (and one with a last lick of Atton's hand), bound over to the youngest gorgon and accompany her to another part of the yard with the same mad dance that they greated Medusa and Atton.

Date: 2009-01-10 01:35 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] stuck-mynock.livejournal.com
"I was turned into one a couple of times. S'fun. People gave me food, and then I climbed on them."

Date: 2009-01-12 10:24 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] stuck-mynock.livejournal.com
Pause.

"Are there any weapons here?"

Date: 2009-01-12 10:30 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] stuck-mynock.livejournal.com
"Not that I really need any more weapons. What else d'you have?"

Date: 2009-01-12 10:40 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] stuck-mynock.livejournal.com
"Jewellry is always shiny," thoughtfully, "vases and fabrics aren't. Statues can be, but they're also really big."

Date: 2009-01-13 02:00 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] stuck-mynock.livejournal.com
"Wouldn't have much use for them anyway."

Beat.

"Any scarves?"

Date: 2009-01-14 10:32 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] stuck-mynock.livejournal.com
Atton eyes Medusa's neck, briefly, for a scarf that he could steal, before wandering off towards the chest.

Date: 2009-01-14 10:47 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] stuck-mynock.livejournal.com
Atton eventually pulls out a tunic that's about his size.

"S'nice."

Date: 2009-01-14 11:19 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] stuck-mynock.livejournal.com
Solemnly: "Happy birthday to you, too."

Date: 2009-01-14 11:55 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] stuck-mynock.livejournal.com
Atton just looks solemn.

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