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Salty Lemonade ch 1
There should have been something comforting in notion of being adopted, Astrid thought, to someone who was born and raised to do just that. But for herself, she could not feel anything other than afraid. There was a miasma of other emotions that she could not name, but she was more than sure that fear was one of them. The feeling of protection and reassurance from the stuffed bear given to her by Faro was loosing its potency. She had named the bear Lenard during her second day of quarantine. Jarden, the nice attendant there, had helped her choose a name and then once they were done at the clinic, he had taken her, Tommy, Claire, Damian, and George to the adoption event in a big city away from where they had been before.
She was placed in a plastic tub, alone, and with nothing but a bundle of blankets and her stuffed bear. It was very lonely and it was not long before Astrid was stricken with worry and nerves. Jordan looked in on her periodically and despite his murmured assurances, she
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Dumpling ch. 15
She had taken the simple leather strap and metal medallion for granted, Nenani realized as she ran. And now, as her feet flew down the giant hall, she regretted it all the more. But there was also the near certainty that regardless of the marker, she very much doubted the ranger would care or mind the wordless command it represented.
But none of that mattered.
She was painfully aware of how futile her efforts were. The ranger was a trained tracker along with being tall as a house. A human house, but still a house. Even for a giant, he was tall. Just like Farris. His brother. And yet none of those feeling she held for the kitchen master translated to his brother. She knew she had met him at some point many years ago when she was still small. Her family had been running from him. What reason could there be other than the plain old truth of it? They were human, he a giant. And many giants – though not all she had grown to learn – ate humans. She could not count on Farris
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Dumpling ch. 14
Make a right at the first turn, two doors down, look for the table with a vase on it. Meet Jae back at the library. That was the plan. That was what Jae told her. It seemed so simple at first. But she found herself having abruptly improvise when she found the door leading to the section of corridor with the tunnel entrance closed. And the handle was far above her head. Not for the first time did she lament her diminutive size in relation to her surroundings. It was beyond tiresome to be hampered continuously by the most mundane of things. Like a door. Not even a locked door. Merely a shut one.
She could not go right, so left it would have to be. As she ran back across the intersecting hallways, she saw the large leather clad giant disappear around the bend, most certainly having chosen to run after Jae rather than her when they bolted in two different directions. But she could not help but feel frightened for Jae’s safety. The boy was fast on his feet, she could not deny that. Bu
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Dumpling ch. 13
“Okay, Dumplin’. What’s this one called?”
“Rosemary.”
“Alright. And this one?”
“Burdock root. Because it looks like a bird’s leg. Bird. Burd-ock. Burdock root.”
“Must be a weird lookin’ bird if it’s leg’s lookin’ like that. Now, how ‘bout this one, then?”
“Cloves.”
“And this beauty?”
Nenani crossed her arms, regarding the dark haired Vhasshalan with an unamused look. “…Yale, that’s a weed.”
He waved the plant in front of her teasingly. “Aye and this weed’s got a name.”
“Creepy thistle.”
He laughed. “Creepin’ thistle, Dumplin’. Creepin’. Not creepy.”
“Looks creepy to me. It’s all spiky and stuff.”
“Yeah, it does a bit. Hmm. Well, what about this one?”
“Oh! Ooh…uh, that’s the weird sage. Clearly…no, uh…clarly…l
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DUMPLING ch. 12
She had the feeling that perhaps it would be wise to be somewhat, even just a little, concerned about her current state and its potential ramifications, but whatever had been put into her tea was making her feel just so fantastic and dandy, she was having a difficult time caring. Her muscles demanded to move, her mind was abuzz, and she just wanted to run around and find a big hill to roll down. But since she found herself in the tunnels inside a giant castle, she did the next best thing. Running to one wall and pushing off from it and running to the other wall in a vaguely zig-zag pattern. Jae was muttering to himself behind her, but she mostly ignored him, not understanding what he had to be so glum about.
Why wasn’t he having as much fun as she was? Maybe he should have put some of that purple stuff in his tea too.  
“Turn right,” Jae instructed when the came to a new corridor. She hoped into the new tunnel with a laugh and heard him curse and mumbled behind h
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100 GT theme challenge: Darkness
Gabby was restless, feeling overly warm and sweaty in her cargo pants and navy blue jacket. The night was mild and rather pleasant, but her layers were making her feel overheated and constricted. Trapped. Very trapped. Or perhaps it was simply her own nerves. Probably nerves. Nerves over her situation. Her...stupid and bizarre and very frightening situation. She gulped at the air as she tried to keep the every growing probability of a panic attack at bay, though she had managed some form of dignity throughout the day. From the bizarre meeting with the giant-not-giant-man-guy-thing-dude who called himself Elliot – even though that wasn’t his real name – to the weirdest trip to the grocery store ever, wherein the only items she purchased were a bulk case of tampons, three king sized chocolate bars, a bottle of ibuprofen, and five rolls of aluminum foil. The last one being a suggestion from Elliot.  
Her backpack was stuffed to bursting with her newly purchased ware
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100 GT theme challenge: Hide
Her Psych 101 textbook was laid open on the small coffee table as well as half a ream's worth of printer paper, all of them print outs from various websites from the obligatory Web MD to spiritualists forum posts. Two days worth of study, the knuckle scraping scouring of all available resources available to a student of Bridgewood University and the only thing she had to show for it was a migraine, sleep deprivation, and the one inescapable fact: She was crazy. Well and truly crazy, because there was no other explanation. She considered the idea that perhaps she had been slipped something during the party and had some sort of allergic reaction and then there had been all the alcohol. Though in truth, she had only indulged in a can of hard cider and a single shot of tequila. But she was a light weight and it had been her first real college party.  
She sighed angrily, tossing away a stack of papers, and fell back against the plush sofa’s pillows to stare helplessly up at the
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100 GT theme challenge: Cooking
Astrid watched from her comfy spot near the windows as Bastian went about his morning routine. The tall dark haired Feirgian ambled out from the upstairs bedroom as he did most mornings, almost tripped on the small rug at the bottom of the steps as he did most mornings, went on to curse at the small rug at the bottom of the steps as he did most mornings, and then blearily stumbled into the kitchen to set the kettle on to make tea. As he did most mornings.
“Mornin’, squeaks,” he yawned, mouth stretching wide to show off the pointed fangs indicative of the Feirgian giants.
Watching as he dug inside the fridge for his usual breakfast fare of pickled fish and Rhrpatche, a weird lumpy kind of pancake made with onions and fried in lard, Astrid picked at the crust left over from her own breakfast and munched on it. Cyrus, as the only one of the Feirgian pair that held a job that required an actual commute, awoke very early in the mornings and had taken up the mantle of feedi
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An Unconventional Homecoming (One shot)
The wind was rushing passed at such a loud roar that it completely deafened the sound of the great beating wings keeping them aloft. The metal mesh pouch would have been vastly less hospitable without the thick red pad, as thread bare and worn as it was. However, it was very large and shielded her from most of the wind as well as the hard metal circlets of the metal mesh’s weave. The reaping chill of the cold night air she was shielded from as well not only by the sake of the pad, but also the enormous barrel chest of the ferocious dragon of whom she found herself victim. The metal mesh pouch and pad having been strapped quiet securely to the creatures breast by virtue of several stiff, strong, and well oiled leather straps. The hard cream colored scales radiated heat and had her current circumstances been different or even forgotten, she would have been perfectly comfortable. As it was, her circumstances remained just as dire and she just as terrified.
The beast had come in the
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DUMPLING ch. 11
“Um...Jae?” she called out into the dark. “I can’t see anything...”
“Give me a second,” Jae replied from somewhere ahead of her. And suddenly the space around them exploded with opaque light. Jae stood next to the wall to her left, his hand falling away from a large orb set into a metal bracket on the wall. He regarded her with a smug grin. “Impressive isn’t it? Maevis made them for me and Hev made the brackets. Connar and helped me put them in since I haven’t the first clue on this kind of thing. I mostly watched and held his tools for him. Oh-! Connar’s another human. He hangs around Hev’s workshop, but he kind of has his own space near the stables. He was probably the one to make your marker there.”
Nenani touched the metal trinket resting against her clavicle. “They said there were four other humans plus me.”
“Yep. You, me, Barnaby, Connar, and Sawyer. And Kent, but he passed away a few
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Gemma pt 1
“What’s taking so long?”
Amecius flicked his gaze up to peer over his newspaper to see the top of Useili’s head as the boy paced around the front of the cafe booth, having wholly abandoned his minced meat pasty. It sat sadly neglected on the small white plate with only a single paltry bite missing.
Amecius frowned at this, whiskers twitching.
After he had made such a fuss over it too, thought the textile merchant. Though his face remain unconcerned and placid, his tail twitched in annoyance under the table.
“It takes time,” Amecius replied lightly, soothing his natural loathing for waste by taking up his coffee cup to slurp at the rim, taking in a light sprinkling of the bitter black brew so it coated his tongue. Miss Penelope’s coffee was not to be guzzled. Besides being the most flavorful cup to be had on the north side of Hendleton proper, it was served at a temperature more suited to the melting of steel than a pleasant patron’s passi
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DUMPLING ch. 10
The rock banged once against the back of the chair before dropping with a loud clang into the pewter mug bellow it and a chorus of groans and a few cheers rose up. Kol raised his hands above his head, a smug grin spread across his face. Farris and Bart sat at the head of the table, watching and laughing at the antics of the younger staff. Kol rounded the table in an odd half run half drunken jig. As he passed Nenani on the table, he teasingly tapped her on the head, danced behind Farris, and gave Bart a quick hug before dashing away from him before the larger giant could do more than snarl and swipe at the baker.  
“Okay, lads, pay up, pay up!” Kol said, shoving his hands at his fellows who were all begrudgingly reaching into their pockets for coins. Kol took his seat with a flourish and, loudly, began to count his winnings.
The game was simple enough. A chair with an empty mug was set up at the end of the kitchen and the boys took turns trying to throw small pebbles i
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Dead Walls Rise part 2
Even though the pocket was dry and the enormous body just on the other side of the fabric was very warm, Jae shivered uncontrollably. He wavered between soundless, body wracking sobs to bouts of anger and misplaced bravery.  
‘I’ll wait till he puts me down and run’ said the braver part of his brain. ‘And if he tries to grab me again, I’ll find something sharp and stab him in the eye! Both eyes even!’
Then the other side would rear its head and whimper in a small shattered voice, ‘No, don’t do that! They’re so much bigger than you. They’ll just squish you with their feet, with those ginormous boots. Don’t cause trouble and maybe they’ll let you go. Maybe they really wont eat you...like they said.’
‘Yeah right! They’re liars and murderers. Even if this one doesn’t eat you, the bigger one sure will!’
The braver voice was becoming more quiet as the giants walked along, insouciant abo
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DUMPLING ch. 9
Despite the run in with the four blue Rangers, Nenani ended up learning quite a lot that afternoon. Most of the herbs and spices that the new Queen had brought over with her were either for tea or pastries. Once Yale had the lot labeled and inventoried, they migrated into the kitchen to see if the bakers, Quinn and Kol, were in need to any of the newly named ingredients or help in general. And if their expressions of pure exasperation were any clue, the answer was yes. Please, yes and thank you.
Kol was a face she recognized as he was the giant who had spoken to Farris before Rheil had taken her to see the King. He was the shorter of the pair with chestnut brown hair and eyes to match. Quinn was a tad taller than Yale with hazel eyes and a mop of dirty blond hair. Curiously, Quinn was the only giant she had seen with blonde hair. Both seemed nice enough, sparing her a smile when Yale sat her down on the table.    
“What is marzy payne?” asked Kol, running his hand
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There should have been something comforting in notion of being adopted, Astrid thought, to someone who was born and raised to do just that. But for herself, she could not feel anything other than afraid. There was a miasma of other emotions that she could not name, but she was more than sure that fear was one of them. The feeling of protection and reassurance from the stuffed bear given to her by Faro was loosing its potency. She had named the bear Lenard during her second day of quarantine. Jarden, the nice attendant there, had helped her choose a name and then once they were done at the clinic, he had taken her, Tommy, Claire, Damian, and George to the adoption event in a big city away from where they had been before.

She was placed in a plastic tub, alone, and with nothing but a bundle of blankets and her stuffed bear. It was very lonely and it was not long before Astrid was stricken with worry and nerves. Jordan looked in on her periodically and despite his murmured assurances, she was still afraid. She missed her parents and the sheer innate need to for them drove a sharp and very real pain through her. How deeply she wanted nothing more than to go home. To wake up as though everything was alright, that she was home in her own bed and surrounded by familiar things and smells and people. It was disconcerting how different this world smelled. Everything was different, altered, and very wrong. The idea of becoming a pet to one of these towering giants felt confusing to her. She wasn’t a puppy or a kitty so why did these giants want humans as pets? They looked like one another and it was silly. To Astrid’s mind at least. Even though none of the giants she had met so far had given her any real cause for alarm, she was very much in the throws of it. She was ready to go home now, please.

Instead, she remained inside the plastic tub and the doors to the adoption event were opened and the once quiet room was filled with the chattering of echoing voices, all of them belonging to beings taller than a house. The wild humans were placed near the back of the room so it was a while before the giants came to bother them.

“Kierdon vos hect shaustenhaut?”

“Anglish, korcumt heist mon ver,” Jarden’s voice answered he unknown giant. “Ect unt kichtein.”

“Ah? Korcumt ver kichtein?” She heard the shuffling of feet and a shadow pass over her, blocking some of the light from the florescent bulbs overhead. The giant that stood over her small enclosure was tall, as tall as Jarden, and had black hair that fell over his pointed ears. He stared at her with open curiosity, large brown eyes studying her. For her own part, she sat still and motionless, trying not to let the rapid beating of her heart overwhelm her. Unknowingly, Astrid’s grip around Lenard the bear tightened. The dark haired Feirgian’s lips stretched into a grin. “Hey there, little squeaker.”

Her face half buried in the fur of Lenard’s neck, Astrid murmured a quiet, “...hello.”

The giant’s grin tilted into a smirk and he huffed a small laugh. “A little shy, huh?”

“Wild humans are predisposed to be nervous around folks at first,” Jarden answered from outside Astrid’s range of sight. “They take a lot of work so we encourage only experienced pet owners to consider a wild human.”

“Hm? That so? How come?” This last question was directed at Astrid. “Am I that scary?”

She blinked up at him for a moment before shaking her head.

“No?” he asked, seeming encourage by this. “Well, that’s good. I know my ugly mug tends to scare normal folk, but I’m glad you’re not.”

“You’re not ugly,” Astrid replied, voice still quiet, but she was able to summon enough courage to pull her face from Lenard’s fur.

“I’m not?” asked the giant in mock surprise, straightening up and padding his chest and face with his hands. “Are you sure?”

The little girl was unable to suppress the giggle that escaped her lips and she smiled. “Yeah.”

“Then there is hope for me yet,” he said, grinning brightly. “My partner will be thrilled.”

Leaning down to rest his arm across the lip of the tub, he regarded Astrid with a softer smile. “What’s your name, kiddo?”

“Astrid,” she replied, setting Lenard down into her lap, not feeling the need to hide behind him nearly as much.  

“I’m Bastian,” said the giant, reaching into the tub and offering her a finger. She starred at it dumbly for a moment before she caught on and reached out to shake the finger in greeting. “Nice to meet you, Astrid.”

“Nice to meet you,” she echoed. “Are you here to adopt a human?”

Bastian tilted his head, a sparkle of amusement in his eyes. “I am in the market for a pet, yeah. But in all honesty I supposed to be down at the shelter looking at dogs. But I passed by here and since I’ve got blanket approval I thought I’d stop in and see.”

“Dogs are nice,” Astrid said, having become completely disarmed by the Bastian’s easy going presence. “My Grandpa has one, his name is Buddy, but he’s a lot smaller than the dogs here. You guys have big dogs. Like...big big dogs. And they talk.”

Looking intrigued by this, Bastian raised his eyebrows. “Oh? So the dogs where your from don’t talk?”

“Not with words, but Buddy is really smart and you can tell him to do things and he’ll do them. Grandpa taught him how to fetch beer from the cooler.”

“I like how your Grandpa thinks!” Bastian said with a hearty laugh.

Astrid was inclined to laugh as well, but there was a sudden pang of remorse at remembering her Grandpa and her life before everything happened. Of being pulled into this world of giants. Bastian caught on quickly to her deflated expression. “I miss him.”

There was a soft touch against her back and looking up, she met Bastian’s sympathetic gaze. “I bet he misses you too, squeaks.”

She nodded as she pulled Lenard back against her chest and for several moments, there was silence. She could hear Bastian’s breathing, light puffs of air pulling and pushing through his nostrils, and her own heartbeat. The voices of other giants and humans seemed to face away to nothing, mere white noise.  

“Say, Astrid,” Bastian said, voice soft. “How’d you like to come home with me?” The dull downward pull of sadness was abruptly gone and replaced with the sharp lightning of adrenaline and anxiety. Pulling herself from the bear’s fur, she starred up into Bastian’s face. “Now, I gotta warn ya,” he continued. “I don’t got a dog that can fetch beer, but I have a nice place. I think so anyway. Heck, better be for the rate we’re paying. And it’s got a pretty good view of the city.”

She was starring still, mind blank. “You want to adopt me?”

He nodded with that lingering smile. There was expectation behind the light in his eyes. “I do.”

She fidgeted where she sat, pulling and pushing against the stuffed bear in her grip. “Even if I don’t know how to be a pet? Because I don’t. And...and I cry sometimes.”

“Oh, well is that all?” Bastian asked without concern. “I’m getting off easy then! Because I’ve got a confession to make too. I’m kind of lazy, I can’t anything that doesn’t come with instructions, I’ve been told I have the fashion sense of a toddler, and sometimes I watch really sappy movies. Oh! And I intentionally cook frozen Furnshen longer that you’re supposed to because the burnt cheese is the best part.”

The anxiety was still there, but there was something calming about the flippant ease and confidence of Bastian’s mannerisms. He did not scare her and he seemed to genuinely like it when she did manage to smile. She could say no, but how much would that matter? More importantly, however, was the fact that she did not want to say no.

Meekly, she nodded. “Okay.”

“Yeah?” Bastian asked flashing her his bright grin once more.

“Even though you watch sappy movies,” she replied with a small grin of her own.

Bastian’s grin widened and he laughed.
She had taken the simple leather strap and metal medallion for granted, Nenani realized as she ran. And now, as her feet flew down the giant hall, she regretted it all the more. But there was also the near certainty that regardless of the marker, she very much doubted the ranger would care or mind the wordless command it represented.

But none of that mattered.

She was painfully aware of how futile her efforts were. The ranger was a trained tracker along with being tall as a house. A human house, but still a house. Even for a giant, he was tall. Just like Farris. His brother. And yet none of those feeling she held for the kitchen master translated to his brother. She knew she had met him at some point many years ago when she was still small. Her family had been running from him. What reason could there be other than the plain old truth of it? They were human, he a giant. And many giants – though not all she had grown to learn – ate humans. She could not count on Farris’s brother being anything like him.

This day was not going well for her. Even as she ran, the words from the catacombs echoed in her head.

The flesh taken will be paid in blood and the dead walls will rise with gold.

Ever since coming to Vhasshal, she had been having odd dreams and for much of them she believed them just that. Dreams. She was in a strange place. Strange dreams should only be expected. Surely. And yet something was telling her that she needed to be paying attention. She could not know for sure or with any clarity, but…

...something was happening.

What kind of fire created light, but no heat? Why were there human tombs in a giant’s castle? Where in all of the seven hells did her marker go?

Whatever thoughts on these subjects her mind may have supplied in that moment, they were abruptly washed away with surprise when the light of the hallway was all at once cut off and Nenani’s vision was cast into shadow. Heavy, fowl smelling shadow. The bastard ranger had tossed his dirty coat over her like a net. The weight of the fabric pulled her down and she tumbled forward, landing hard and painfully onto her knees and slamming her palms onto the hard floor. She cried out in equal proportions pain and alarm, but wasted little time and was already pushing her way under the dragging weight of the wool.

“Fast lil’ buggar,” laughed the ranger, his voice incrementally muffled. “Don’t have much energy at th’moment to be chasin’ ya ‘bout the royal apartments, though.”

Nenani, feeling as though her options were dwindling and fast, decided to take up the piece of advice Farris had bestowed onto her after her last encounter with a ranger. So she filled her lungs until she felt her ribs creak and -

The world pushed down onto her, breaking her scream before it was more than a high pitched squeak. The fabric shifted and pushed in all around her and she could feel the large hands gathering up the coat and her along with it.

“Ah-ah-ah, nah ya don’t. Won’t be havin’ any a’that now,” said the ranger flatly. It was stifling inside the wrapped coat and Nenani pushed back and kicked as much as she could. “Just get nice n’ comfy in there, aye?”

It had been a long while since she had felt afraid of a giant. But between Craeg and now the ranger, Nenani was good and scared. No more bouts of bravery. Her confidence escaped her like the yolk from a smashed egg. And she felt tears well in her eyes and her chest heave. She gave up her exhausting struggles and settled into the confining folds of the fabric. And trembled.

She was a baby again. Alone. Snatched up by a giant with unknown intentions and behind her lips, she held the pitiful plea for her mother.

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“Oi there! Keral my lad, when did ya sorry arse get dragged back here, eh?” Nenani had gone quite and still after the ranger had caught her and began to walk off to wherever it was he was going. He had begun to climb a long set of stairs when she heard the muffled voice that she recognized and perked up. That was Verhn. She knew him! He was the brew master, maker and manager the castles supply of beer, ale, and wine. He wasn’t kitchen staff, but he was often seen around and though Nenani had never actually held much of a conversation with him, she knew of him. And more importantly for her purposes, he knew of her.

“Just a bit ago,” replied the ranger. “Wont be stayin’ fer long though. A ranger’s work is never done.”

“Ah, well. Should’ve taken up my offer all them years ago t’be my apprentice, boy,” Verhn’s voice was filled with good humored admonishment. “Then ya wouldn’t be treking across half of creation fer no good reason months at a time. That whiskey a’yers is a big hit with the boys. Could’a been a master.”

“Could’a been a lot a’things, old man. But, what can I say? I wanted to be a knight,” laughed the ranger.

Verhn laughed too and Nenani’s wool clad world buckled as he slapped Keral’s shoulder. “How’s that workin’ out fer ya, eh?”

“Kinda lost its flavor when I realized they were all pompous assholes.”

“Still not clear on why ya passed the Captain’s role fer the rangers, though.”

“Rheil’s a fine Captain, Verhn.”

“Oh, aye. He is just that. But anyone would’a looked better after Baynor.”

“I had my reasons,” replied Keral, the humor gone from his voice. “Baynor was a lot of things, but he was good at his job. Not much else though.”

Nenani shifted and waited for a lull in their conversation, having no notion of how muffled her voice would be or if Verhn would heard her or see her struggled. As the ranger’s last comment lead into a somewhat awkward silence, Nenani took her chance and began to thrash and cry out. The hands beneath her and the fabric immediately shifted and pressed down on her.

“What’s wrong with ya now?” Keral asked her in surprise.  

“What in th’seven hells ‘ave ya got there?” Verhn asked, but before Nenani could call out to him, Keral spoke.

“Ah, just Farris’s lil’ squeaker,” he said, catching Nenani by surprise. So much so that she stopped her struggles and was still. Struck dumb by such revelations, Nenani allowed for the small spark of hope that maybe...just maybe...the ranger did not mean to hurt her.  

“Caught ‘er wanderin’ round the royal apartments by ‘erself,” Keral continued. “And no marker t’be seen.”

Verhn released a short bark of a laugh that faded into a twittering snicker. “No place fer that one, I’m sure. Though I bet ya can thank the King’s ward fer it. Them two ‘ave been scamperin’ all over the place since she arrived. Doubt she would’ve founder ‘er way there without ‘im.”

“That,” Keral replied with a barking laugh of his own. “I ‘ave no doubt. Haven’t seen the brat though. Might ‘ave to teach a few things about chivalry.”

“What would you be knowin’ about chivalry?”

“Oi, I’m plenty chivalrous. Look, I’m even ‘elpin’ a damsel in distress.”

“Not entirely certain it counts if yer the one causin’ the ditress, Keral,” Verhn said with a smile in his voice.

“Oh shut up, ya weasely old git. Don’t ya have some grapes to mash ‘er somethin’?”

“Aye, suppose I do, suppose I do,” Verhn replied. “I’m a busy man, m’boy. We all can’t be gallivanting around looking fer shadows and bandits now can we?”


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Keral continued up the stairs after saying his farewells to Verhn and Nenani remained very still and quiet. She listened instead and counted the steps he took in an effort to give her mind something to do other than panicking. After the 47th step, things seemed to level out and after perhaps a dozen or so steps, Keral paused and shifted his bundle of coat and human. As everything shifted and moved around her, Nenani blindly grabbed for the fabric, but her grip continually slipped as the fabric was pulled away. She tumbled head over feet and a sudden rush of cold air met her before a calloused hand snatched her around her middle. She bit down on her cries and instinctively grabbed onto the giant’s wrist for stability.

“Yer alright, m’girl,” Keral chuckled. “No harm then.”

As her spinning vision returned to normal, she felt something solid press against her feet and the hand around her loosen its grip and pull away. She wobbled unsteadily, reaching out for balance and stumbling onto her already sore knees. She sat atop a small table, not unlike the elegant ones lining the royal apartments. However, this one was not of any comparable quality to those deeply rich dark wood, polished to a sheen and inlaid with mother of pearl and gold leaf. This table was a hard used, rough surfaced piece of furniture of practical use rather than decorative. Their only shared trait was their general shape and size. The hallway was bare and significantly colder than the other. There were no carpets of tapestries. Only a stone walled hallway and a frosted window that provided just enough of the gray day’s light to come through.

Keral was slinging the blue dyed coat back onto his shoulders, straightening it with a firm tug, before he turned his bright eyes down to Nenani. Her breathing consisted of short burst as her heart thundered in her chest and her hands wrung themselves into knots. The ranger regarded her quietly and Nenani struggled to maintain any sort of eyes contact.

She finally looked away and took a deliberate step back. “I...um...I don’t...”

“Know who I am, lil’un?” he asked, cutting her potential ramble off at the quick.

Nenani nervously licked her lips and nodded.

“And who am I?” he asked, the smallest of smiles on his lips.

“K-Keral,” she mumbled, wringing her hands so hard it hurt. “You’re the captain of the rangers. And y-you’re...F-Farris’s brother….”

He broke out into a grin that was surprisingly friendly and she found herself staring. “Aye, that’d be me.” Keral bent down without warning, startling her badly and she scrambled back. “There’s no need to be scared a’ me, lass. Mean ya no harm.” He paused, seeming to consider something. “I know who ya are, Nenani.”

She blinked stupidly up at him.

“H-how do you know who...” She trailed off. He straightened up and shrugged, a gesture so reminiscent of Farris that for a second, she could almost believe it was him under that coat, wild hair, and unkempt beard.

“It’s my business to know everything,” he replied with a sly grin. “But it’s nothing so special as ya might think. Seein’ as yer the only lil’girl ‘mongst our humans here.”

“But what about my marker? How’d you know I wasn’t trespassing or...” She belatedly realized this was a terrible thing to suggest, but before she could even finish her idiotic sentence, Keral was laughing.

“I just know,” he replied. “What I don’t know, however, is why in the blood hells were ya wandering around down some place ya had to business. By yerself. Without ya marker. Not pleasant to think about the Queen’s man findin’ ya. He’s a bit prickly.”

Nenani shivered at recalling her and Jae’s encounter with that very man, replying, “We did see him. Craeg. Jae and me, I mean. We were looking for the missing blackberry bush...”

The ranger rolled his eyes. “Still on that one, is he? Th’brat’s never gonna find it.”

“He might...” she replied, feeling oddly defensive.

“Nah,” Keral shook his head with a wicked grin. “’Cause I found it three months ago and it’s been sitting in a’cup on the window sill in m’room ever since.”

Nenani’s mouth fell open in disbelief. “But...that’s mean!”

“Mean?” Keral echoed in amusement. “Nah. That’s tame. I’ve done worse. So’s the brat. The lil’ wanker spiked my ale once with a red dragon pepper. Ever eat a red dragon pepper?”

“No...” she replied, a little confused.  

“See that ya never do,” he advised. “Hurts going in, hurts comin’ out. But anyway, I took my time gettin’ ‘im back fer that one. Kid never could handle strong drink.”

“The wedding?” she asked. There was a certain twinkling of great amusement in Keral’s eyes. He did not have to say anything. “But that was awful!”

“Awful? I dunno ‘bout that. I thought it was quite funny,” he replied. “A lil’ gravy never hurt anyone.”

Her anxiety was forgotten and indignation rose up instead. “It was mean,” she insisted sternly, getting to her feet and pointing an accusing finger at the red haired ranger. “The Queen’s been mad at him ever since and Jae won’t talk to the King about it. He hasn’t slept in his own room for weeks! And then Craeg made it even worse and telling him that because the Queen’s gonna have a baby that the King didn’t need Jae around anymore and...and...”

She trailed off when she noticed the odd expression on Keral’s face and for a moment she was afraid she had made him angry. He was not looking directly at her, but seemed to look through her at something beyond.

“That so?” he asked, voice low and contemplative. She nodded nervously. But the seriousness of his expression faded back into one more genial with a sly title. He studied her for a moment, grinning. “Awfully defensive of ‘im there, lass. Ya sweet on ‘im, are ya?”

From the nape of her neck to the tip of her ears, Nenani blushed a fierce scarlet that she felt as a deep rush of heat spreading upwards. “No,” she replied. But Keral just laughed at her.
Dumpling ch. 15
Introducing Keral. :la:

I have been itching to introduce Keral to the main story line for sooo long. He is easily one of my fav characters of the story. He is so fun to write. 
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Make a right at the first turn, two doors down, look for the table with a vase on it. Meet Jae back at the library. That was the plan. That was what Jae told her. It seemed so simple at first. But she found herself having abruptly improvise when she found the door leading to the section of corridor with the tunnel entrance closed. And the handle was far above her head. Not for the first time did she lament her diminutive size in relation to her surroundings. It was beyond tiresome to be hampered continuously by the most mundane of things. Like a door. Not even a locked door. Merely a shut one.

She could not go right, so left it would have to be. As she ran back across the intersecting hallways, she saw the large leather clad giant disappear around the bend, most certainly having chosen to run after Jae rather than her when they bolted in two different directions. But she could not help but feel frightened for Jae’s safety. The boy was fast on his feet, she could not deny that. But Creag was a giant. Armed, large, and angry. How fast did a person need to be to directly outrun a giant? Faster than she was confident Jae could manage. The only way she was going to be able to help her friend was to get to the library and tell Maevis.

He was a magician. Surely he could do something.

Having been forced to turn left rather than right, Nenani found herself in a section of the castle that was wholly unfamiliar. Every hall seemed to stretch on for miles with endless carpets leading to more closed doors. And not a friendly face in sight. The whole place seemed oddly deserted, she thought. She knew the castle had many servants tending to the daily needs to keep it running smoothly and she could not help a grunt of frustration that they all seemed to have disappeared when she was in such dire need of aide. It was no time at all before she was wholly and helplessly lost. Exhausted and panting, Nenani leaned against a section of molding and tried to catch her breath.

As she panted, listening to the thrum of her own heartbeat, something caught her eye. It was a distinct shape within the square coffer decorating the stone walls. A seven petaled flower.

“...a door?” she asked to herself in a quiet whisper, disbelief mixed with fragile hope. Tentatively, she reached out and touched the surface. It was cold to the touch and the stone was rough under her fingertips. With a fortifying breath, she pushed hard against the stone. At first, it remained steadfast and solid, but then the square coffer began to sink under the pressure of her hand and there was an audible clank from behind the coffer. A wide square of stone pulled from the rest of the wall and opened. Beyond the reach of the hallway light, the inside of the tunnel was dark and smelled of dust, but it was a door and it was good enough for Nenani. The door almost immediately shut tight behind her, casting about the space an impossible darkness. She waited several moments for the now familiar blue light of Maevis’s orbs.

A few more moments.

A bit more.

But the orbs did not materialize. With the sound of her own hard breathing in her ears, she inched over to her left, with on hand cautiously stretched out. Her fingertips met the cool rough textured stone wall and she batted uselessly around wherever her hands could reach, hoping to find the metal bracket and the orbs.

There were none.

And that did not seem right to her. Jae had specifically told her that he had personally scoured all through the tunnels and had the orbs installed. He had assured her, well - bragged. Several times. So why not this one? Inching along the wall, she continued to search, finding it absurd that there were no orbs.

And then her hand met metal. A bracket! She reached up as though to touch the orb, but found not the smooth cold glass, but rough dry wood that at her light touch abruptly and seemingly without cause burst into flames. She pulled her hand back with a loud yelp and rubbed her fingers. There was no pain, she had not been burned nor singed. She looked up blearily at the all too bright torch, now alight and sending the shadows about the tunnel to a rhythmless dance. And then from beyond the reach of the torch’s light, another lit up without prompting or a sired fire. And another. And another.

Before her stretched a tunnel like many of the others, but lit by torches instead of the flameless orbs. There was no smell of fire and the flames produced no ash. Indeed, the more she watched the torches, the more oddly the fire looked to her. It wavered and flickered as fire does, but it did so more slowly and it looked...thicker than fire normally did. It wavered like churned up water, but in the shape of fire. When she reached her hand up, she felt no heat from it either. She dared to move her hand a bit closer and a lick of flame darted out and grabbed at her outstretched fingers. Nenani cried out in surprise and inspected her hand. As before, there was no mark. No pain.

Fire that supplied light, but no heat and did not burn?

Nenani watched the lit torches burn for several long moments, ignoring the odd prickling along her neck and ears. Her extremities tingled oddly, not unlike the feeling of an adrenaline rush. She bit her lip against the screaming of internal voice - the one telling her she was an idiot for considering the mere idea! - and thrust her hand up and into the fire.

Painless. No heat.

But not without sensation. It tingled a little and felt more like a soft breeze between her fingers than anything else. She laughed a little, more amazed than alarmed.

And then the tunnel breathed. A gentle gust of air that barely swept the dust from the ground, but accompanied by a throw thrum that changed, rising and falling in pitch almost like speech and if she strained her ears, she could almost make them out. She walked along the path, guided by the torch light and the gentle buffeting of the air as it pushed out the almost words.

Thhhhhhhh….rrrrrrrruuuuuvuuurrr…..rrrrns…Thhh rrrrivvr...rrrrrruhns…

The tunnel made a slight curve and continued down for a good hundred yards.

At the end of the path lay a door decorated in the same manner of the one leading to the library and she felt a bubble of hope at the prospect that this tunnel lead there as well. She could tell Maevis that Jae was, likely at this moment, fighting for his life against a literal walking mountain of a giant. She ran the last few yards, her hands out stretched to meet the door and push it open.

...Thhhe rrriver rruhns...The...river...runs…

Her hands met the cold stone.

“The river runs...”

Nenani froze and leaped back and away from the door, wide eyed and heart hammering. That had been no wind, but a voice. Clear and audible.

“W-who’s there?” she asked tentatively into the dim.

“...when the old blood runs new...”

And the door opened.

She moved without conscious thought, spurred forward due to some unknowable pull from somewhere deep inside. An almost yearning. But for what, Nenani could not say. The room beyond the door was dark, but dry, unlike the moist air in the hallway outside. She dared to step further into the room as far as the torch light was able to reach inside. At the end of its length, she stopped and tried to peer around through the gloom to make out whatever there was to make out. Her eyes were slow to adjust, but could just make out several darker patches along the room’s walls. Curious, she stepped closer to one and was once more startled by the abrupt eruption of lighting torches that illuminated the room with startling brilliance. She once more had to wait for her eyes to adjust and she blinked away the floating spots that hung about her vision. Hallow black sockets starred back at her from a skull, marred by time and decay.

“AH!” Nenani scrambled back with alarm, arms flailing behind her to catch onto the wall. However, her hand met empty air and she tumbled back. Her elbows landed painfully on a stone ledge and she turned her head to meet the empty sockets of yet another skull. Or rather a body with a skull, grinning back at her with polished porcelain teeth. “Oh my gosh!”

The entire room was made out like that of a honeycomb, recesses built into the walls and each and every one of them held a body with velvet death shrouds, some even sporting jewelry of dazzling gold and gems, however tarnished or dulled the years had made them. The floor was made of dark marble with gold inlays. She starred without comprehension and slowly turned to take in the room and all of the bodies. It was only after several long moments of anxious staring that she became aware of the voices. Low murmurs like those heard from outside a closed door. But they began to grow in volume. No matter where she looked, she did not see anyone, but still she could heard – so very clearly – voices.

“The river runs uphill to the dying songs of the fall of fools and Kings that tear flesh from bone and the crown from the mountain. Water runs red with fire and shall rise when the old blood runs new. The flesh taken will be paid in blood and the dead walls will rise with gold.”

Hard, deep gulps of air filled her lungs but she could not satisfy the burning need for oxygen. The torchlight began to dance with the shadows and the room spun. Voices cried out, panicked and terrfied. The scream of a child, the wail of a woman, and the death throws of a wounded man. They grew so loud that she feared her skull would split…

“Spare them, please!”

“Did your men spare my son? Any of my sons? Skewerd my first born like some lowly shit covered pig and left him to rot!”

“We did not kill Thadeus!”

“Your lips drip with lies, small man. Your kingdom has been laid asunder and your line is dead.”

“The little ones, please!”

“The blood of my sons shall be repaid by the flesh of your’s.”
“Please, my Lord, they are innocent!”

“You will die drowning in their screams...”

………………………….


Rapid foot falls echoed through the dark hallway. Not the way she had come. No, she could not go back that way. As soon as the all too loud voices had faded just enough for her to regain her own sense of self, Nenani had fled. Across the floor of the honeycomb tomb to another door way and kept on. Fast enough that the torches igniting along the way were slow to catch up to her frantic pace. Dread, heavy and hot like molten lead, weighed every piece of her down and she knew nothing but the desire to be anywhere but in that room.

Light exploded before her and air, crisp and clean, filed her starving lungs as she all but fell out of the tunnel and back into the cavernous hallways of the castle proper. The muffling walls of the tunnel gave way to open air and sound Nenani stayed there for several long moment, merely breathing. With trembling limbs, she eased herself back to sit on her knees.

The hall was lavishly carpeted and the walls were decorated with vast landscapes and portraits set into gilded frames of finely dressed Vhasshalan lords and ladies. Intricately painted vases as tall as a giant sat upon squat lacquered tables and small chairs and benches were placed intermittently along the walls as though one would need to sit after admiring the beautiful objects. But such material finery was lost on Nenani, held too far and too tight in the grip of her own lingering dread. She swore she could still hear screams as they echoed on inside her head and there was an acrid taste of ash on her tongue.

Muffled voices drew near and renewed panic set her heart pounding back to a thunderous beat. But these were not the mysterious disembodied voices such as those from the tunnel, but real and present voices originating not from the dark, but corporeal people. And not just any giant. The King.

The practical worry of being discovered in a place she had no right to be replaced the fear of something of a more mystical nature. As the voices drew nearer and their words became more audible, she darted for the nearest bench and curled herself behind one of the carved wooden legs. It was just wide enough to convincingly conceal a skinny girl of inconsequential height. And so there she stood still as stone and waited.

And listened.

“I doubt it’s anything so trivial as that,” said the King as the pair rounded the corner. King Warren was dressed more formally than the previous time she had met him. He wore a deep red tunic ornamented with a jeweled clasp at his neck and gold embroidery around the hem and cuffs. Though he wore his hair down and loose, it was neatly combed and clean. His companion was a stark contrast. The blue coat gave him away as a ranger and everything about the man was dirty and road worn. His coat was stained, his boots were muddy with debris, and his beard and hair were raged and unkempt. “Rarely do I find myself presented with simple problems.”

“Wouldn’t waste yer time on minutia,” replied the King’s companion and Nenani felt something in her chest squeeze. That voice. “But me and th’boys got ‘ta thinkin’ that a dead farmer might be a bit above that.”

“Do not jest. This is the fourth such incident in the last two months and we are neither closer to finding the culprit or the motives for these attacks. A man is dead, Keral.”

“Aye, dunna have ta’ tell me. Saw his guts n’ everythin’.”

“And the survivor?”

“Th’ farmer’s son. A few scrapes, but ‘is Mum expects him to be well enough in a week or so,” replied the ranger. “I’ll speak to him then.”

“I suppose we should be grateful the boy survived to tell us what he saw,” supplied the King in a sourly tone, slowing his pace and then stopping. He starred thoughtfully at the carpet for a moment and turned to the ranger, his voice low. “Maevis has been sensing that something is amiss in the valley these last few weeks. He’s tried to find it through his own mean, but it’s...illusive.”

“A Sorcerer maybe?” asked the ranger with an expression and tone that suggested he did not put much weight behind it. “A few of ‘em gave us a bit of trouble a few years back. Could be tryin’ it again.”

“Maevis does not think so.”

“Shame,” said the ranger nonchalantly. “It’d make my job a wee bit easier. Instead of chasing who-knows-what about the country side. Kind need to know that fer me to do much good.”

King Warren was silent as he pondered his companion’s words. Meeting the taller giant’s gaze, the King asked, “What do the Hill tribes say of it?”

The ranger shrugged dismissively. “They’ve decked out their border towers with all sort a’ nonsense. Y’know how that lot get. Jump at every shadow and cobweb that crosses their path. Superstitious little bastards.”

“Has it attacked the tribes?” asked the King With what sounded like genuine concern.

“Not a scratch,” replied the ranger, running a hand down his beard. “Though Gregis said it comes by often enough that they’ve started refortifying their defense walls.”

“He’s seen it, then?”

“Not quite. No one’s seen it, not really. He says it comes at night on occasion. Just a blob of black in the dark. Watches ‘em. Some said it was as tall as a Vhasshalan, some said it weren’t no bigger than a human. Others swore looked like dragon. But they all agree on one thing: it don’t do much. Watches and walks around the border, just outside the torchlight. They’ve taken to calling it the Shadow.”

The King’s lips twitched in a grim smile. “They do have a talent for the fanciful.”

“Ah, reminds me. They sent this with me too,” said the ranger, digging into a pocket and pulling out a handkerchief. No, not a handkerchief. It only appeared like one in the hands of giant. It was a blanket, a human sized blanket. One woven of gray wool and with something painted on one side. The ranger carefully handed it to the King, who took it with surprising deference. “The Lady Gregis made it. Said the symbol there is for protection.” The ranger’s passive expression changed to one of poignancy and a little humor. “Specifically, it’s a talisman meant for a woman whose expectin’.”

The King smile broke into a wide grin and regarded it for a long moment before folding it carefully and slipping it into his tunic. “If you could send her my deepest gratitude on your next rounds.”

“Already assured her you’d be tickled pink fer it,” said the ranger with a grin.

The King nodded, made his excuses and dismissed the ranger who in turn, gave his own shockingly informal farewell and clapped the King on the shoulder like an old friend rather than a monarch. The distance between them in social standings must have been enormous, yet alone together without the scrutiny of others, the pair spoke and acted entirely different than one might expect. The King walked on towards and passed Nenani’s hiding spot while the ranger, after lingering for a short moment, turned on his heels and strode back down the way they had come.

Nenani waited until she could no longer hear their footfalls and then waited a while longer for the slight  vibrations died away as well. And even then, she still waited. The notion of waiting until a servant passed by came to her. A servant might be a little more sympathetic and help her back to more familiar ground. One of the lady servants would, she was sure.

It wasn’t long before she began to feel silly cowering under the bench and with a fortifying breath, marched out from under her hiding spot and turned to follow along the same way the King had gone. Barely had she made her way down any significant length of the hallway when she heard someone click their tongue in a disproving manner and a voice, familiar for all the wrong reasons, sent an icy chill down her back.

“Oi, now, lil’un,” said the red haired ranger. “Where might ya think yer wanderin’ of ta?”

Nenani whipped herself around to face the giant, her thoughts reeling at how he managed to get passed her without her knowing. Or hearing him. Or smelling him. He stank of mud and refuse. Her feet nearly tangled themselves up, but she kept her balance and stood with her neck craned and eyes wide. And mind completely blank.

The ranger had the same eyes as Farris, a brilliant green, and had his hair and beard been washed and combed, she imagined he would have the same face. The face she remembered from when she was a baby. The giant who had nearly captured her family and everyone else. She remembered her mother desperately trying to hide her and the giant – this giant – finding her and…

And then nothing else. How had they escaped? How were they not dead? She did not remember.

The ranger was leaning against the wall of an adjacent corridor with arms crossed and a look of smug self satisfaction. “Well?” he prompted, pushing off from the wall. “Got an answer fer me there?”

A number of potential replies, excuses, and explanations flooded her mind and they all seemed to want to come out first, making her tongue tied. “I...it was...I just...um...”

The ranger regarded her with a raised eyebrow. “And without a marker as well.” He clicked his tongue again. “Not lookin’ good fer ya, lass.”

Nenani’s hands flew to her neck and found it bare. Her marker was gone. The leather strap and the medal pendant that signified her as one under the King’s protection. They were gone. She almost forgot about the ranger and started looking around with her eyes, hoping it had merely slipped off and was just laying somewhere near by. But there was nothing. It was not there.

Nenani took a single look at the ranger and, feeling the absence of her marker and all that implied, turned and ran.
Dumpling ch. 14
Whoo boy! Did this chapter give me hell. I’m not 100% satisfied with it, but it needed to be written.
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I’m opening commissions for June to help close a financial gap I am facing at the end of this month/beginning of July. My place of employment is having a planned shutdown for two weeks. It was originally going to be one week and I had planned a vacation with my younger brother during this time. So plans were made, hotel deposits paid, and such. I saved, put aside money each week to cover both the trip and my bills during that one week I wouldn’t have work. Well, in that time several things have happened:



Our mother had major emergency surgery on her spine where they removed half of her third lumbar and placed in a cage and a bone graph. She’ll be having her second surgery in about 6 weeks to remove the remainder of the bone and she’ll be out of commission. My brothers and I have taken up the bills. Which wouldn’t be a problem, but then we got the news today that my place of employment will be closed for two weeks instead of just the one. I’d be down two pay checks as I haven’t been there long enough to have vacation yet.



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HearseGurl Featured By Owner Dec 22, 2017   Photographer
Happy Birthday Fellow Deviant! :iconspinningcakeplz:
Love your username! :D
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MythrilMog Featured By Owner Mar 9, 2017  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Thanks for the watch!~
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Transformergirl Featured By Owner Mar 9, 2017  Hobbyist General Artist
Welcome. :)
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pianorose17 Featured By Owner Feb 27, 2017  Hobbyist Writer
Thank you for the watch! ^w^
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