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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.

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Dogs! Atton loves dogs!

They get a big, wide grin from him.

"You are terrible guard dogs," the Gorgon sighs. The dogs, naturally, ignore her in favour of NEW PERSON. NEW PERSON WITH MEDA. MUST BE GOOD. SNIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIFF.

CUDDLES SCRITCHES SNIFFING - IT'S NOT HIS FAULT, HE HAS A VERY POWERFUL SENSE OF SMELL.

"They're so sweet."

Cue facepalm.

Then, grudgingly,

"They are."

"Who's the sweetest little things ever? Is it you? I think it is! Oh, yes, it is!"

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."

"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."

Still facapalming,

"Euryale, this is Atton. Friend from Milliways. Atton, my sister, Euryale."

Euryale beams at Atton and the dogs. She's not laughing, really. She's just...amused.

Yes.

"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.

Euryale - slightly taller than Medusa, not nearly so pretty for all the strong resemblance - grins and gives Atton the approving once-over.

"Pleasure."

"He's taken."

She gives her sister a long look.

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.

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.

"I didn't know you liked dogs," Medusa says with a smile.

"I was turned into one a couple of times. S'fun. People gave me food, and then I climbed on them."

"And you're a comfortable pillow as a dog, too."

"S'true. Fluffy."

"A lot like the boys, really." Then she shakes her head.

"No problems with caves?"

"Nah."

"Good." She leads him down the stairs and picks up a lamp from the kitchen (large, very large, the kitchen of three people who need a lot of space and adore food). The passages are large, and well-lit by lamps (and, occasionally, skylights), but she leads him down and down until, finally, she turns a corner and lifts the lamp high.

Beyond, is a large cavern, stacked with loot. Chests and chests, with treasure and rugs and all manner of things looted from the wrecks of ships.

"S'shiny, Medusa."

"Pick something."

"All of it! All of it."

"Atton?

No.

One thing."

Pause.

"Are there any weapons here?"

"Yes. Um." She lifts the lamp higher to scan things. "Over there."

"Not that I really need any more weapons. What else d'you have?"

"...well, lots of things. A lot of merchant ships go through on the way down south, so...vases, jewellry, fabrics, statues...shipwreck kind of things."

"Jewellry is always shiny," thoughtfully, "vases and fabrics aren't. Statues can be, but they're also really big."

"Not all of them. Figurines are small. Anyway, my mother gets most of the statues, as they mostly sink."

"Wouldn't have much use for them anyway."

Beat.

"Any scarves?"

"Um....chest over here is where the fabric-type things go, unless we wear them."

Atton eyes Medusa's neck, briefly, for a scarf that he could steal, before wandering off towards the chest.

The chest is full of fabric - mostly bolts of it, but also some clothes - tunics, a couple togas - and long strips that would be-could be scarves if you wanted them to be. Desert-type scarves, meant for keeping out sand rather than snow, but scarves none the less.

Atton eventually pulls out a tunic that's about his size.

"S'nice."

"All yours, if you want."

"Sure, I'll take it."

"Good! So, um. Happy birthday, then."

Solemnly: "Happy birthday to you, too."

"...I don't have a birthday."

Atton just looks solemn.

Given she can't look at him - no glasses when she's at home - his expression is sadly lost.

This may turn out to be a good thing in the long run, as it would only lead to more confusion.

Edited 2009-01-20 23:20 (UTC)

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