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The Gorgon's Daughter

#23

When Andy woke, a new purposefulness had gripped him. He saw himself no longer as just ‘the vintner’s son.’ Now, he was responsible for helping (Y/N), a magnificent Gorgon and his true friend, gain her freedom from the cursed fate that had befallen her family! As he sat on his cot, putting his boots on, he marveled over how romantic and adventurous that sounded. Not only did it sound that way- that was its nature at its core! Surely, once he’d explained everything to his family, using just those words, they’d understand and give him their full support?

When Andy caught up with his father in the fields, and explained that he intended to guide a Gorgon to Mount Olympus to return her human form, he was met with a deep sigh. Chris put his hand on Andy’s shoulder and clasped it firmly. “Son, you don’t need to come up with such tales with me.” Andy raised a hand in protest, but Chris soldiered on, “Your mother and I accept you, that you, well… that different things make you happy than most other men your age. Even if it means we’ll never have any grandchildren, we just want you to be contented. You don’t have to-”

Andy sputtered, confused. “-Grandchildren?!? I don’t even know if (Y/N)… I mean… that’s more than a little presumptuous!” Andy ran his hands through his hair in frustration. “Look, (Y/N) is a friend, and I’m just trying to help…“

Chris held up a hand, and Andy trailed off. “Whatever you say, Andy, whatever you say. Just be safe.”

Andy shrugged. “We’ll be returning here afterwards. Then it shouldn’t be a problem for you both to meet her, once she has her human form.” Andy grinned enthusiastically at the very thought of such a prospect.

Chris just nodded as Andy continued to spin him what was surely such an intricate web of mistruths regarding why he would be leaving, he was, frankly, impressed. How he was going to explain to Amy that their only son was not only leaving them, but leaving the village entirely, just to be with some strange man they hadn’t even met, he wasn’t sure. But once Andy left for the market, supposedly to buy supplies for his journey with a Gorgon, Chris made his way home, so he could break the news to his wife himself.



(Y/N) was really struggling. She had a vague idea of which styles of clothing were generally worn by women, and not men, based on the statues she had gathered the clothes and fabrics from. But the vast majority of the clothing she had wasn’t intact, and furthermore, had been from men. It had never occurred to her previously that she might, one day, want to wear the clothing for herself.

But the fact was, she wanted to look nice for Andy. She wanted to fit in, look like a human woman. She wanted him to look at her the way she imagined he must look at human women he wanted to romance. She just didn’t know exactly how that would appear, though she’d read about such things. She suspected that his eyes might glow, or at the least, change color.

After hours of sifting through the collection of cloth and scraps of clothing she had amassed, frustration took its toll. She didn’t ordinarily let things get under her skin like this. What was getting her so worked up? Hadn’t she decided not to wear clothes around Andy earlier, anyway? Irritated and conflicted, she let herself collapse amid the piles of cloth.

In the corner of the same cave’s chamber, Damica sighed deeply and rolled her eyes. Sometimes, she wished she had humanoid speech, so that she could spell things out simply for (Y/N). Just how the Gorgon could be so much older than her in years, but also be so naive of the ways of courtship, was beyond her ken. (Y/N) had mentioned to her that she once lived with her mother. Had her mother not talked to her about such things?

Damica was absolutely aware that something was essentially different between Andy and (Y/N), aside from their gender. However, (Y/N)’s smell was of almost exactly the same sort as a human’s: some sweat, dirt, skin, saliva, all the basic pieces were the same. What exactly the difficulty was in the situation, she had no clue.

Lazily, she wondered if males normally initiated mating rituals among humanoids. She tucked the thought away for later consideration. If necessary, she would focus her efforts on Andy later, but for now, such ridiculousness wouldn’t get in the way of a midday nap.

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