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The valley that stretched before her, she could see almost everything from her spot beside the middle of the mountain. The breeze brushed merrily through dense seas of greenery, the fingers of golden sunshine reaching down to paint over it all it the most spectacular of ways. Blades of grass and speckled leaves danced like little nymphs as if to a song of great joy. Leaning against that wise oak, who seemed to aged for such foolishness, its twisting large body supporting its spreading branches. As the golden sun passed behind the frivolous white skirts of lazy clouds, the resultant haze imbued the valley with a kind of soft radiance. 

This was a sight that still enthralled her with the deepest of wonders. So many colors, so much light, so much life, it almost hurt to look at it for too long. The giant dressed in brisk black armor leaned against the oak, which was almost prefect for her size to be just as any tree to any human. It was the sharp quick clack of a familiar black beak that woke her from her wonder. Turning her head, she smiled down at the ugly rough raven who peered up at her with his one good eye. The little fairy had nestled herself on top of the giant's head and did not seem to like the startled movement the raven had caused.

"Aye, aye then," she chuckled to the two tiny creatures in a soft voice, "We should get moving. The old stitch of feathers is right. It wouldn't do us any good to run into Men at the moment. Fighting would of prolong the journey." Turning the contraption she had built over in her hands once more, she relieved the old oak of her weight and it groaned in relief. Looking up the side of the mountain, she pointed it up. Her two little companions had enough sense to latch onto her. This wasn't the first mountain the had slung up.

"Let's hope the rock holds then," she said with that half smile on her face, "Wouldn't want to start any earthquakes, aye?" Chuckling to herself she released the arrow from its hold, its sides arching out with steely jaws to crash into the mountain side and take a steady biting hold into the olden rockface. Pulling herself up, the giant climbed up the side of the mountain with the advantage of years behind her. She knew what rock ledges were steady and which were not by just glancing and the slightest of pressure. At least her homeland had given her some advantage. 

Once reaching the top, she pulled herself onto the ledge and sat grinning at her victory. Unlatching the Arrow Jaw from the rock she let out a thunderous booming cry, like thunder crashing into a tempest at sea. It shook the rock about her but she just laughed and threw her fist into the air. It worked! Just as she hoped it would. Steel was an amazing thing, that it could hold the likes of her, even against the impossible weight of her own form. 

"Jar! Tin!" she turned to the two tiny creatures who were just recovering from her victorious war cry, "It works! Tin make sure you write down the modification we added. Jar circle out and make sure I've not alerted anything vicious with my zealousness." The fairy fluttered about and the crow clack its beak. The giant grinned from ear to ear and thumped her foot against the mountain side steadily, the soft tremor like a beating drum.