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[mycursedface]

Scylla said, fly when you visit. And so Medusa is; flying and landing on top of her sister's cave and giving her sister's other half a wary glance.

Of course, it's been a while, and she really can't remember where the entrance is...

She'll get there.

Eventually.

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[old-seadog.livejournal.com]

The narration mentioned about ripping that bear to shreds, right?

Good.

Time for a change of subject, then.

"Have you spoken with Charybdis?"

[mycursedface]

"No."

[old-seadog.livejournal.com]

"Do you want to?"

Charybdis, she'll admit, is not everyone's prime sailor meat.

[mycursedface]

"I might as well."

[old-seadog.livejournal.com]

She nods shortly and motions for Medusa to stay put as she easily swims the distance to Charybdis's preferred dwelling.

And has a quick, quiet conversation with said lady regarding being nice to sisters she's fond of before returning to Medusa.

Charybdis is still eyeing Medusa like she's annoyed she's there instead of lunch. That's her hello, can't you tell?

[mycursedface]

Amazingly, Medusa can deal with the 'why you not be lunch' sentiment. This because wings are useful.

"Hello."

[old-seadog.livejournal.com]

"Hello," Charybdis says, grudgingly.

"You're Medusa."

She glances at Scylla. That's adequate, right? :D?

(Somewhere, inwardly, Scylla is facepalming.)

[mycursedface]

"Very much so."

[old-seadog.livejournal.com]

She nods, like this confirms her suspicions.

"Gorgon."

It's kind of a question, too; see how the end sort of lilts upwards like one?

[mycursedface]

"One of them."

[old-seadog.livejournal.com]

She nods, again.

Scylla's starting to look like maybe this wasn't such a good idea, after all.

[mycursedface]

"Keep my sister happy?"

[old-seadog.livejournal.com]

There is LIFE in that face!

At least, the sort of life that is a sort of grin. It means 'yes'.


Scylla, meanwhile, is sort of blushing. Or, at least, as close as she comes to blushing.

[mycursedface]

Cheerfully, wickedly, "Good."