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The door opens and in jingles a small, winged woman wearing a lot of bangles, a brightly coloured skirt (reds and greens and oranges and blues), and a backless blouse. Wings, you understand.

Of course, given the wings are a) large and b) made from living gold feathers, the narration appreciates that although the woman is supernaturally attractive, attention is going to be on her wings. That's okay - it means the black snakes amongst her black braids will not be noticed for a moment or so.

The snakes are hissing; the woman herself just pauses, and blinks.

"I take it I missed something?" Medusa asks, musical voice lilting up in bemused confusion.

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She's being watched by another winged creature up in the rafters. He worbles and shifts on his feet.

Hello?

She doesn't look up, but her snakes certainly do.

There, up above, heat like a fire, in the rough shape of a bird.

"Oh. Hello."

He chirrups back and flicks around her before landing on the back of a chair.

This gets a brilliant smile, even as she keeps her eyes fixed on the ground.

"Are you new? Or...I just haven't been here for a while?"

He bobs rapidly at the first suggestion and not at the second one. He's new here.

Then he preens a couple of feathers.

"What are you?"

He spreads his wings and then bursts into flame.

She should know what that is, shouldn't she?

"Ohhhh, yes. I have heard of you."

There's some vain preening now. Of course she's heard of him. EVERYONE'S heard of him.

"What are you doing here?"

He makes a shrugging gesture, very accomplished for a bird. It's really sort of a quick raising of his wings without stretching them out. He's not really sure. He just showed up.

"Medusa!" Teja says, upon seeing her. "It has been so long since I saw you!"

He is clearly delighted to see her, as delighted as a Teja ever gets.

She looks at him and smiles, bright and happy and a little lost.

"It has? Oh, dear, I am sorry. I forget, sometimes, to turn up. But I am happy to see you, too."

Is Teja happy? Is he ever happy, on principle?

"It is good to see all returning now, even those that had not been seen for a long time, before the apocalypses," he says. "How do you fare, my friend?"

He does not use such a word lightly.

"I am well, as are my sisters, and our village." It's on their territory, so it's theirs - the fact that inhabitants of Zili aren't aware of this doesn't bother the Gorgons in the slightest.

"The...apocalypse? What is that?"

"The final end of the world," Teja says. "There were some of those here lately, all at once."

"I missed it?"

"You did," Teja says. "There was a gate spewing foul creatures that blindly attacked, of all sort -- all my blades got used by the various patrons, and even my little grey cat slew a great number of smaller fiends."

It was desperate at the time; but now, all mended, it seems more like fun for all the family (or at least its more bloodthirsty members) in an odd Milliways kind of way.

She's sulking now, even her snakes hissing in decidedly sulky tones.

"I missed it. Ugh. Nothing exciting happens in my corner of world. Just raiders and occasional armies."

"Armies?" Teja asks.

Those sound exciting enough.

"That's what you call more raiders than normal, yes? Ones who try and stay?"

"Indeed, that we do," Teja says. "What people are those, that try to raid you and your people in a more permanent manner?"

"People like you, as far as I can tell."

"Vandals?" Teja asks.

It would be the right place.

"I don't know? I don't speak their language whenever I meet them. And normally I'm too busy to have conversations."

"Not speaking their language makes conversations harder," Teja agrees, amused.

Except to the people who, while they notice the wings, have grown used to it enough, that what they seek out, isn't the flash of gold, but the face framed by it all. That when that is found, and not gold and not the movement, causes the smile to appear on their lips.

"Fair day, Medusa."

"Marian," Medusa says, lighting up (although she is careful to keep her eyes downcast). "I guess I missed some excitement?"

"The end of the bar, that wasn't," Marian said, lightly, nodding. She can -- say it lightly -- now that it really is mostly all back in places, tears and cracks sealing away, people no longer looking skittishly like the next large noise was the dawn to everything actually ending.

"I missed everything except the clean-up, as well." She gestured, with a turn of her wrist and curve of her fingers, toward a chair not too far from her. "It has been quite a while, for both of us, I think. Have you been well?"

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"Oh." She sounds disappointed - it must have been an amazing storm. Still, she walks lightly over to the table directed, turning the chair around so she can straddle it comfortably.

"I have been well. I just...lose track of time? It's hard, it's so...long in all directions. But we've been all right. My sisters and me. Sometimes we have to go and fight off raiders, which is fun."

Nom, nom, nom, humans.

"Wonderful," Marian said, perhaps, for the best not quite knowing what became of said raiders at the very end. "I lost track of a few years, here, as well. One or two, it seems to be a muddle to really figure out. As time is just as different for everyone else who doesn't live here."

"Time's complicated," Medusa says. "And then there is this place..." Her snakes hiss, the audio equivalent of a gesture. "Have you been well?"

"Home is," Maria paused, before with an odd breath. Almost ironic. Because it matched her words "Complicated. I am well today, at least." Though she's been bound long enough that's a settled feeling, like waiting on a cliff. And having the time to finally look at the sky and the clouds and the ground.

At least one person is used to the wings, the snakes, and her general beauty. Ganymede has been used to that for quite a number of years, truly, and so he just steps up to her, careful to not look her in the eye.

"My lady," he intones, "The bar looks different, certainly."

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