H-…

How-…

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If it’s something you enjoy doing, and you’re getting through all of your life’s obligations, I wouldn’t think it’d be a big deal. In a sense, it’s no different than any other thoughtless activity.

If you find you’re lacking in time, then obviously you need to focus on your work first. Reward yourself with something you enjoy after you’ve done something productive.

And that goes for anything really.

Of course, I’m not a doctor.

No offense “doctor”, but orange juice will burn the hay out of a sore throat.

What’s a Japanese?

…

I’m just playing. I have no idea.

I don’t think you’re a medical doctor.

Oh, and yeah, I’m sick. Throat hurts.

You draw the binoculars from your second bag that Twist is carrying and scan the area from behind a pillar. Incidentally, the others take your cue and hide also. You wish you had a cardboard box to hide under, then you could be like that video game character!

“I was born on a battlefield…” You repeat in your head, like a Mantra. You may be misquoting that; who knows?

From in the distance you see it. Were it not completely black, it would be obscured from the snow. The silhouette of a pony marches slowly to the left, somewhere between the building with a large roof and the long, flat building. From the distance, the shadow’s undetailed body looks small, but your open range experience tells you it’s much larger. Possibly only a little shorter than the awning you’re under.

For just a moment, its head turns to look at you and locks with your gaze. Its eyes, some strange, white, swirling threads that dance around in a relative, but unpredictable circle. You pull back behind the pillar to hide from the vortex-like stare and realize your vision was starting to fade to black. You relay what you saw to the others. Amy remarks that there certainly wasn’t a giant when she scanned around yesterday.

You have no idea if your fading vision was something the giant consciously did or just an affect its gaze causes. It may or may not be aware of your presence.

I called in to make sure and this did not take place.

Praise be to Cerestia and Runa, though.

Thanks.

Of course, now my throat is starting to feel sore. Could be nothing. Could be getting sick.

Something finally happens! Sort of!

Both of your bags are pretty heavy, but Twist likely doesn’t have much experience with rope, while you on the other hand do. Your sister taught you how quite some time ago, and while you’re likely a little rusty you’ll probably get the hang of it quickly. To that end, you take the bag with the Food, Water, and Rope and she takes the bag with your Smithing Tools, Binoculars, and Towel. The one exception being your Multitool. It’s small size makes it easy to store just about anywhere. You place it in the food/water side of your bag.

Twist loads up with the two bags she’s carrying and the four of you head into the armory. Twist stops and asks about a weapon for herself. With only the spear and staff remaining, she chooses the staff. It won’t do as much damage as the spear, but it’ll be lighter to swing, which should help considering she’s weighted down.

As you travel down the tunnel leading to the box-canyon, you ask if Twist has seen the map. She has and agrees with your proposition to head back to the semi-circular building. You get the feeling that she doesn’t really have much of an opinion on the matter one way or the other. Which is understandable considering she has even less knowledge on what’s going on than you do. And you don’t know much.

As you travel, the four of you drape your Blankets over your heads and down the length of your bodies, tied about the neck to hold them steady with some Strong Silk Straps provided by Amy. This should help keep you warm against the cold.

You also reflect again on your choice of weapon. The gauntlet certainly isn’t optimal, the bow and arrow isn’t either. Sure, you can draw it, but with questionable accuracy. But you’ve read horror stories about monsters that can do harm just by coming into contact with the skin. It’s best to keep some kind of barrier between you and whatever it is you’re up against.

You wonder for a moment if maybe there was something at your house you could have brought to defend yourself with instead. Or maybe you could make something with your tools, if you could find a forge of course.

Without bothering to stop, the four of you head out into the still falling snow, but you don’t get far before turning right around and heading back under the awning. There’s some terrifying noise out there. Echoing, rhythmic booms; like the footfalls of a giant.

I read a report once that said gelding can remove dead weight.

It was alright. Better than the last two days.

I’m absolutely positive I’m going to regret taking this seriously. But…

Define too much.

Seems like it’d be more trouble than it’s worth.

I mean, these are my natural hair colors. I just have it highlighted at the edges where it ordinarily blends from one color to the other to give it that sharp contrast.

Yay! Vindication!

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I don’t remember that verse in the song.