「 medeiis 」
[ Athens’ marketplace was a bright circus of a thing: a twist of smells rich enough to clamp the throat tight with incense thick layered over fresh blood, cat-calls & music that t h r u m m e d all around the colonnades. The CROWD continued in a steady river of movement that flowed around them Megara, and the woman who’s elbow she had caught. ]
❝ Stay a moment, daughter of Colchis. ❞
❝ ---- ❞
Prepared the mutter a cruel yet forceful enough insult in order to make her friend rethink their decision to attempt to converse with her, Medea paused. Copper hues sunk down to look upon the girl’s grip on her elbow. Swiftly, Medea pulled her arm free, but remained close besides the woman; waiting to hear her explanation.













