to rally. to medusa, those words have never been anything but a call to arms. she has difficulty understanding its meaning in modern practices. “you seem afraid of this. you will be harmed for protesting?”
she doesn’t bother stopping a small grin from forming. “trust me, i am far worse without the disguises. may your god protect you from ever finding out why.”
‘ i have no god, as you say, but that is no matter if you’re sympathetic to the cause. ’ this is the first item she favors response to, dull hues flickering across the crowd with muted agitation - there’s a subtle, delirious undercurrent running through those gathered; threatening to spill into true violence. undoubtedly, spelling the end of the so-called peaceful resistance.
‘ they wished me to speak today - i could be imprisoned for that. ’
hood up, eyes covered, skin sufficiently hidden, she makes her way into the ——— she still struggles with calling it anything other than a village, even if it may be the size of a city. she struggles with anything the humans invented in the recent past.
there’s a commotion. it seems to be a protest of sorts, something she’s as yet unfamiliar with —– she looks to the person closest to her, determines they are likely not male, and says, “for what purpose do these people gather?”
‘ to rally. ’ her answer is simple, fleeting. she’s at the edge of the crowd, poised as if to escape - there had been talk of police intervention, and her nose still hasn’t fully healed from the last time. ‘ - for the unions, against the men who would undermine the sacred will of the people. ’
she passes a glance over the other woman, tone gaining an almost conspiratorial lilt. ‘ careful like that. some might find your appearance rather…seditious. ’
