Medusa was walking around the market, lost in her thoughts. This illness was taking lives and she was concerned about her sisters and herself. Sthenno and herself can take a great care of themselves, but Euryale… She was terribly worried about her youngest sister. She was awaken from her thoughts upon hearing the girl — the one she found extremely familiar .. muttering out something. “Gods are unforgiving, milady.” Medusa smirked.
A bit startled, Isla turned her attention to the woman beside her, lips turning upward into a small, faint smile. It was laced with worry and sadness before her eyes flickered back toward the crowds, one that dearly lacked its familiarity. "There are always two sides to a coin. While they can be unforgiving, they may also be rather.. compassionate and merciful."
















