Day 15, Ancestor, Revolutionary

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She just knew that her ancestors were all rolling in their graves as she scaled the rough bark of the pine tree. The giant was pacing beneath her. Not that they had seen her, but it had been a close call. She peered down from the thick branch she had chosen as her seat. The giant lifted a huge piece of wood from the ground, flinging it with all of their might power towards the tree she sat in. She thanked the Gods that she had chosen a bigger tree, and that she had her knives closeby. In what probably was pure reflex, and luck, she managed to pierce the wood with her jagged knives, thanking her past self for tying intricate knots in them as well as her own belt. The tree shook violently from the impact, and she fell from the branch. The rope in her belt held up and the knives seemed to stay stuck. After she had stopped swinging around like a butterfly on a leash, she managed to start climbing up the rope.

When she finally got up, the giant was already stomping away. She brought forth her bags, double-checking that the thick strand of hair was still secured. It would be revolutionary for science, she thought proudly. 

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