A Meeting in Attilan
Apr. 20th, 2007 03:36 pmJust a short scene from a Friday afternoon in Attilan.
Medusa walked into the room, sitting in the chair obvioulsy designated for her presence. The other inhabitants would’ve intimidated most people – King and Queen Boltagon and their two sons, Lord and Lady Amaquelin and a handful of council members. For Medusa it was the make up of a typical dinner gathering, vacation or otherwise ordinary event. The meeting was informal, just an end of the year check in with the redheaded royal. As she talked about her experiences at the mansion, volunteering for Elpis and what little she’d seen of the X-Men, she realized how good it felt to be home. As the final question was asked of her, there was no hesitation in her response. There was no doubt in her mind that returning to Attilan was the right thing to do – she’d seen the outside world and all it had done was make her long for her home.
Medusa walked into the room, sitting in the chair obvioulsy designated for her presence. The other inhabitants would’ve intimidated most people – King and Queen Boltagon and their two sons, Lord and Lady Amaquelin and a handful of council members. For Medusa it was the make up of a typical dinner gathering, vacation or otherwise ordinary event. The meeting was informal, just an end of the year check in with the redheaded royal. As she talked about her experiences at the mansion, volunteering for Elpis and what little she’d seen of the X-Men, she realized how good it felt to be home. As the final question was asked of her, there was no hesitation in her response. There was no doubt in her mind that returning to Attilan was the right thing to do – she’d seen the outside world and all it had done was make her long for her home.