This is a 100-word challenge from Friday Fictioneers. Have fun, and let me know what you think.
“You’re sure that’s Hermes?”
“Trust me, Eury.” She loosened her hood’s drawstrings. The dark cloth squirmed under her touch. “I would know.”
Eury glanced at her sister’s writhing hood, then pushed back her own hair and put an arm around her.
“Why you, and not me?”
“First time around, you were born that way. I was cursed to be who I am.”
“What’s your plan when you find him?”
Medusa removed her sunglasses, careful not to meet her sister’s gaze. Wearily, she rubbed her eyes, then replaced her dark glasses. “This time it’s Percy’s turn to lose his head.”