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The Bar was familiar, safer than Guppy's world, but it was still inside with people and Medusa had only managed an incoherant explanation before she ran for the backdoor.
"You okay?" Sam asked, not much of a moment later.
"Too many people," she replies, studying the stars and stretching out her wings. Her previously hidden wings, and thank everything that her dress is backless.
"Ah."
"Mmhm." Beat. "You don't have to stay out here, though. I mean, I'm just calming down and it's silly that-"
"It's a nice night," he says, shrugging off his jacket and undoing some buttons. His reward is a shy, pleased smile.
"Okay," she says softly. She doesn't fly, not in this dress, but she walks and stretches out all her six limbs and gradually, gradually, gradually the air of a caged wild creature fades. By the time she comes back, Sam's lounging on the seat-swing with her sandals next to his shoes.
"Feeling better?"
"A little," she admits, and then shakes her head. "I may have gotten into an argument with one of Frog's friends."
"Oh?"
"He was wrong. The Egyptians built the pyramids, not the aliens. And they line up with Orion because they are replicating the stars, and it's not some...I mean, humans are terribly clever, I'm not sure why they go about talking about things from outer space. Besides," Medusa says, tossing her head up slightly. "I've seen them."
"How did he take it?"
"Not terribly well. I'm afraid I may have told him that I'm basically immortal and then used his mental flailing to run off to Atton."
Sam just laughs. "Ah, Meda."
"I did okay?" she asks, sitting next to him and reaching out for his hand. Sam tangles his fingers with hers and grins.
"You did okay."
"You okay?" Sam asked, not much of a moment later.
"Too many people," she replies, studying the stars and stretching out her wings. Her previously hidden wings, and thank everything that her dress is backless.
"Ah."
"Mmhm." Beat. "You don't have to stay out here, though. I mean, I'm just calming down and it's silly that-"
"It's a nice night," he says, shrugging off his jacket and undoing some buttons. His reward is a shy, pleased smile.
"Okay," she says softly. She doesn't fly, not in this dress, but she walks and stretches out all her six limbs and gradually, gradually, gradually the air of a caged wild creature fades. By the time she comes back, Sam's lounging on the seat-swing with her sandals next to his shoes.
"Feeling better?"
"A little," she admits, and then shakes her head. "I may have gotten into an argument with one of Frog's friends."
"Oh?"
"He was wrong. The Egyptians built the pyramids, not the aliens. And they line up with Orion because they are replicating the stars, and it's not some...I mean, humans are terribly clever, I'm not sure why they go about talking about things from outer space. Besides," Medusa says, tossing her head up slightly. "I've seen them."
"How did he take it?"
"Not terribly well. I'm afraid I may have told him that I'm basically immortal and then used his mental flailing to run off to Atton."
Sam just laughs. "Ah, Meda."
"I did okay?" she asks, sitting next to him and reaching out for his hand. Sam tangles his fingers with hers and grins.
"You did okay."