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[mycursedface]

There was a wedding, and a certain couple entirely forgot about a present. And she had sighed and said she'd make a rug, and he had gone thank you, thank you very much. And so it was that Medusa has been making a rug for the past few months in her time - occasionally drifting in and out, but mostly concentrating on colours and weaves and symbols

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[necessary_child]

Sam opens one eye.

Sleepily, "You are a mean and cruel woman, Medusa Gorgos."

[mycursedface]

She thinks about that for a moment.

"'m not."

[necessary_child]

"Are too."

One arm reaches out for her; Shreddie, curled on top of Sam, squeaks protest at the movement.

"Going to come to bed?"

[mycursedface]

"I think I have competition."

This does not mean that she isn't starting to slip off her bangles, though.