“I wasn’t sure you’d come.” Her voice was whisper soft yet managed to carry through the gallery just fine. Medusa stood amongst her creations still as the stone. She was for a brief moment impossible to see. Then she was moving towards him, slowly but not at all hesitant more…curious. She had changed again.
No more snakes. No more scales. No more fangs.
Medusa was to no small extent, beautiful again. Her hair was dark and glossy and gathered in a loose braid. She was smooth, unblemished and curved in all the right places. The only sign that she was still afflicted by Athena’s wrath were the dark glasses that hid her eyes and even that did not make her ugly - mysterious and more then little dangerous but certainly not ugly.
“Are you afraid?” She had stopped an arms length away, lips curving into small smirk.