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It was quiet where she was. She liked quiet places. Even if she had left her home on purpose, she was still a creature of habit. Her only companions were those that did not chatter and the places she slept at night, if she slept at all, where isolate and quiet. Being a giant, even if she had grown up shorter than most her kind due to malnourishment, she was a massive woman. Towering over other creatures, even looming over orcs, her kind was known to be tough. And she certainly looked the part, in her foreign sleek armor, enriched in a language forgotten and lost, save the Winterlands of her birth. The one good thing in living where time had stood still, arts considered forgotten where common knowledge to her.

Short dark hair, sharp dark eyes, everything about her would shriek out danger to creatures smaller than her, like rabbits fearing horses. Perhaps it won't eat you, but it could crush you to death with ease. Yet she was not all that she seemed. Silently she raised her hand and her companions flittered over to her. An ugly one-eyed raven and a scarred mute fairy. The pale little light hugged her thumb as the hideous bird tilted its head from side to side. A half smile crossed her sculpted features. While Giant-kind had skin like stone, their bone structure was sharp and sturdy. An Elf might call her mannish even. But what was beauty of the face, when you could have so many other kinds trapped within your memory? Beauty of history, art, music, and design. The Beauty of Technology, something you could do with your hands. Even giant hands like hers. 

She had come so far in just a couple of years. Catching herself up for a hundred years lost to her people's culture and she had managed it in a few years! Nearly impossible! But not for her. For when it came to following the changes, guessing at advances in objects and structures, she always had excelled. But people and socializing where another matter completely. It was there that she was not so delicate and well learned. Most didn't even get close to just because of intimidation. The few that did were deterred by her almost barbaric mannerisms. Gulping down meats like wine and munching on bones like they were nuts and seeds. But she was not so animalistic. Meat was life to her. It helped her grow strong, stronger than she had ever felt before. And she never ate it all. Just as much as she needed. And the only bone she ever ate was that of animals, and only because she needed to. Without it her bones would become weak, or so she had been told anyway. Perhaps that had just been the starvation of her kind, having their children eat anything they could get their hands on.

"Jar," her deep but soft sultry voice was like the subtle shift in the night wind, "Circle about and check to make sure we are isolated." The raven clacked its beak and took off. The giantess put the fairy up closer to her face. "You have had enough to eat, Little One? You are warm enough?" She spoke in a whisper, as quiet as she could, so she wouldn't hurt her tiny friend. Little Tin nodded and flittered up to her favorite resting place right on Shoma's head. Once Jar circled back and caw once, she knew that they were well hidden and safe. Not close to any town, nor near any civilized creature. They would not be disturbed here.

Crossing her thick arms over her cliffside chest, she nestled back into the velvet of the rock behind her back. She needed no fire, for her blood was like rushing liquid flame. She need not pillow, for her rock hard head felt at home against the stone of their hidden cave. And she only needed a few hours sleep. Giant-kind, raised in absolute starvation in the most barbaric of conditions. The earth was a part of her and she a part of it. Kin. Sister. As if the Gods themselves had carved her kind from mountain stone, just like in the old tales. Comfort was nature itself. It was war and confliction that were the stinging prick of displacement and source of discomfort to her peaceful nature. And as sleep took over, the mists of the Dream Realm slipped slightly open to her.

 [i]A man, human, who stood taller than any giant and shone brighter than any star. He stood victorious, his light defeating the darkness. And he wielded a blade of her craftsmanship, his armor of her design and his shield stronger than any other embedded with her insignia. This human warrior, adorning her majestic craftsmanship, advanced compare to his foes. She made him the tools he used to defend and defeat. And the sense of pride and joy of all that his victorious light touched swelled within her. Greatness! Defeat of Darkness! Victory over the Cruel and Unjust! Justice for that of future Peace! The tools that aided him designed, crafted and advance by her! Masterpieces, each and every one![/i]

It was a dream unlike any other, so powerful, so moving, so [i]real[/i]. Like something was calling to her from far, far away...