THE WEAVE:

“THAT’S IT,”

declares Medusa,

as she gets up, walking

towards the wall of fabric.

"What's it?"  Athena asks.

"I'm making a scrying bowl."

"It is not good 
energetic hygiene, to scry
on people, Medusa."

"Well, if I AM
going to be stuck
on this sad fucking
island you created, Athena,
I am going to need
alternative entertainment.
Besides, you have enough
Here, for another Tale,
and it would favor balance
if your eyes could eat,
a Story that speaks
of Water in containment."

"Fine, 
do your best,
N00B."

"I AM 
not asking permission,
Athena."