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She doesn't remember it being this cold outside last year, but then again it's hard to say if that is just her bad memory over the thousand or more years it's been since last year, or if this year is actually colder. Whatever the reason, Medusa is firmly inside.
Not that she's doing anything terribly interesting; just sitting on her normal table, wings unfurled enough that she can face the edge and spin wool into thread. But if the hissing of her snakes is anything to go by, her attention is hardly on her spinning.
Not that she's doing anything terribly interesting; just sitting on her normal table, wings unfurled enough that she can face the edge and spin wool into thread. But if the hissing of her snakes is anything to go by, her attention is hardly on her spinning.