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India, 345 AD: Daughters of the Sea
Jun. 30th, 2008 08:42 amIt is a strange sensation, moving from air and land into a wall of sea, and for a moment Medusa is completely disorientated. Upside down and cool and salty and the Gorgon takes a deep breath. In, out, watch the bubbles for a moment and then she swims to the surface.
It is a bay that she doesn’t remember seeing, with a jungle that she thinks she remembers all too well. No sign of Artemis, and she isn’t sure if she’s glad or not.
But there is someone else here.
Someone sitting on a rock in the sun, idly trailing her fish's tail in the water. Someone with flowing dark hair and eyes that Medusa knows are sea-blue. Someone who tastes and smells like family and sister…
Someone who is doing their nails.
It is a bay that she doesn’t remember seeing, with a jungle that she thinks she remembers all too well. No sign of Artemis, and she isn’t sure if she’s glad or not.
But there is someone else here.
Someone sitting on a rock in the sun, idly trailing her fish's tail in the water. Someone with flowing dark hair and eyes that Medusa knows are sea-blue. Someone who tastes and smells like family and sister…
Someone who is doing their nails.
