Day 10, Favourite, Giant

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It shouldn't come as a surprise to her. Not really. There had been far too many instances where she had woken up next to a huge divot in the ground. She had believed it to be just old tales, but now she knew for sure; the story of the forest giant was true. Or maybe half true, it was hard to know if there were more giants. She peered down at the giant from her place in one of the tall pines. They seemed to be unknowing of her presence, picking at moss covered rocks and flipping huge trees that had fallen in past storms. They seemed intent on finding something, or maybe someone. She didn't really intend on finding out. If the giant was real, then by all means the stories of them eating Qnitters like her would be true as well. She slowly, and carefully, climbed down the tree, making sure that each step was on a sturdy branch before putting any weight on it.

She had thankfully worn her favourite pair of leaven-boots, sturdy, but silent. All of her bags were strapped securely to her back, nothing clanging together. The giant grunted, and turned around just as she managed to duck behind a mound of moss.

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