“It appears you’ve caused quite the stir.” She doesn’t care for the little hole in the wall bars, and yet they have a charm to them. Medusa pulls a jacket she’d borrowed from Ophelia tighter around herself, the black leather comfortable in the crisp end of summer air. Paris, she’s caught him just outside of Dionysus’s and she’s quick to fall into step with him. “I didn’t get to properly introduce myself last time we met.” Too many people at the festival, she’d told him she would tell him next time, and there was no time like the present. @parisxashar













