A/N
I know it's been a while since I've updated. Thanks for your patience.
Coricopat pushed aside the curtain that led to the den he shared with his twin sister. Dropping the mouse, he peered into the darkness, looking for his denmate.
"Tanti? Where are you?" he asked. "I've brought a mouse home. Big enough for two..."
"Just a moment!" her voice answered from the shadows. "Just let me feel my way around, and soon we can share that mouse for our enjoyment." Stepping into a lighter area, Coricopat saw the embroidered strip of fabric Tantomile had come to use as a blindfold.
"Why are you covering your eyes? You won't be able to see your way around, that's not very wise."
"It's still better than turning everyone to stone. I've been Medusa all this time, and I've never known."
"What are you talking about? I doubt you've had time to think this out."
"On the contrary, I have plenty of reasons to be wary..."
As they shared the mouse, she explained what had happened earlier that day.
"Is it just Munkustrap that's turned into this unearned form?"
"Well, yes, but I won't take the risk. I'm glad it opened my eyes and had me whisked."
Licking the taste of mouse off of his lips, Coricopat stood. "Stay here. I'll be back." Rolling his eyes, he added while looking over his shoulder, "remain within the black."
"Careful! Don't let it get caught!" Mr. Mistoffelees yowled to Quaxo, trying to inch the paper off of a metal pole. "Achoo! Y-you and your clutsy paws...better not lose that spell, it's the only version we've got!"
"Oh, I'm sorry, would you rather do it, instead?" the tuxedo asked, raising an eyebrow.
"It's not fai-ACHOO! Fair! Your sneezes wore off faster! Letting you get it could be a disaster, but I've no choice!"
"Quit your whining, drama king. Just stop talking so I can focus and get the stupid thing!"
Just as he was about to slip if off of the edge, Coricopat interrupted them:
"What did you idiots do to Tantomile?"
By some unfortunate luck, a wind came by and blew the newly freed spell page over another pile.
"NO! Go go go!" Quaxo hurried after it.
"What do you mean?" Mistoffelees sniffled, some of the dust still stuck in his nose. "We wouldn't do anything to the poor queen."
"She'll certainly have her tail in a twist for a while...she believes she's an evil Greek goddess, and since you're the ones who turned Munkustrap to stone, it's your job to get her out of this mess!"
"Actually, Medusa was a monster, a Gorgon, not a deity," Mistoffelees corrected him. "Let it fade, soon she'll forget it and come back to society."
Coricopat's expression hadn't changed much, but if one looked closely enough, they could see a fire burning in his deep blue eyes. "She doesn't forget when she believes there are people she's hurting! When that happens she sinks away and thinks herself a burden!"
"Very well." Mistoffelees stopped to cough in order to loosen some of the dust in his lungs. "The must be something we can do to fix it, so maybe she won't feel like such a misfit."
"No! No no no no!" The toms' attention had shifted to Quaxo, struggling to keep up with the spell as the wind began blowing the other way.
"That's it! Perhaps we can have her recite the spell! She'll realize she's not a threat, and all will be well!"
"You'd better hope you're right...or else that sleek black fur of yours will become a pink, awful sight." Coricopat threatened quietly.