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.