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random dialogue from a book : The books of Earthsea: Ursula K. Le Guin for @giaunt

Gustave is well familiar with the mysteries of the world, before he was old enough to explore out on his own, he read and studied religiously, so deeply curious about the world around himself that he couldn't bear to not study it. Emma had been the diplomat, the one far more suited to being a queen, moreso than Gustave could ever hope to be. But the forest he finds himself in was unfamiliar - one he's never seen before. it reminds him of the ones in his oldest books, ancient and full of magic that hadn't been seen in years. Full of beings that the world outside had long since forgotten, or assumed were long since gone and dead.

The sight of a giant was terrifying at first - tall like the walls of his home - the walls of Lumiére's castle. Larger than even the trees above him, their branches spanning wide and strong. Gustave looks up at him - natural scientific curiosity overwriting any fear he might have had, unable to be really frightened in the wake of seeing a real live giant in the flesh. "A giant? Incredible. I thought they'd all been kill- ah, no. I'm sorry, how terribly, rudely insensitive of me." Gustave shakes his head, another level of the prince's clumsiness that made him horrible as a potential king.

The giants had been killed out of fear, fear of their size, of what they could do. What could happen to the fragile kingdoms of man - in their early stages of growth. And it was stupid, the ego of men, their pathetic inability to accept anything that was different than themselves.

Ingvar and Hilda for the incredible @giaunt, who is a great pal and a wonderful writer! Thank you so much for letting me draw them yet again! I wonder what Hilda's talking about?

Of course, he turned around and asked them what they meant. The two of them recounted a tale of a hike through the woods to the top of the hill, where they saw it; a man, they said, a hundred feet tall, watching them from the skyline. They even managed to provide a blurry picture that didn't really serve as proof of much, but Stanford took it anyway.

They didn't hesitate to share every detail and excitedly, too. They asked him if he'd bring them a lock of his hair back as proof that he'd slain it, but Stanford shook his head; he had no interest in killing such a remarkable creature if it was real. Their disappointment was promptly ignored when he told them he'd come here to study the weirdness, not put a stop to it.

He spent the next few days preparing for his trip, gathering the necessary materials and provisions to make the hike, draw in his journal, and even shake hands or... fingers with this man. Fiddleford had declined to go, to his dismay, so it was just him, his journal, and everything he could carry on his back.

And everything had gone well until he'd come across a beastly creature he'd never encountered before and didn't have the wherewithal to stop. It turned on him, eyes wide with primal hunger, and his shriek echoed throughout the woods when it pounced, biting painfully onto his leg and not letting go. He fell hard into the dirt, kicking his heel uselessly at its face, thinking, "God, I can't die like this! There's too much left to do!"

@giaunt || meme

Aang just about trips over himself. Well, more accurately, he trips, but he’s had plenty of practice now to be able to catch his own fall. And after a brief stumble, a little flail of his arms, he finds his balance. He watches Hilda’s back as she keeps walking.

“Hilda, wait!” Aang races after her when she shows no sign of slowing, when she makes it entirely clear that such a sentiment comes easy to her. It took no thought to express. Not even a second. Every ounce of him wants to argue that she can’t possibly believe that, but she does. It’s fact, in her mind. And it shouldn’t be.

Lori looked at Ingvar with an awkward smile with a hint of distress to it as she nodded in agreement,” you can say that again…getting lost in the woods is by no means a good way to meet someone…” she admitted softly with a slight stutter.

“But at least…neither of us are alone. Being alone especially in this forest is never a good idea. I have heard rumors. Gods know if they’re true…but you can’t be too careful,” she added in a ramble due to her anxiety as she frantically looked around as if double checking to make sure that her hopes were correct.

“ Is something bothering you? ” (-Ingvar)

questions only sentence starters

Melody wouldn’t keep still. No matter where she perched, eventually she would jump back into flight and look for someplace else to rest. Sometimes she cried out in surprise; other times she groaned.

That, combined with the incessant buzzing of her wings, made for a surprising racket for someone her size—enough for Ingvar to notice.

“There are so, so many birds around here,” Melody called out. For the moment, she ventured to an empty branch high in the canopy of a tree to speak with him. “On the ground, in the bushes and the trees, and—look! There’s some right on you!”

Five sparrows, who themselves looked the size of bugs as they hopped along his shoulder and poked their beaks at his tunic.

“ you are so smart. the world is lucky to have you. “ (from an old meme, Ingvar for James!)

James blinked, looking stunned up at Ingvar for a moment. Then his lips softened into a smile, and he got a little red. "Thank you," he said quietly. "Means a lot, y'know?" He tried to push the praise away before it could settle in his heart for the wrong reasons. People knew him as clumsy. Reckless, sometimes. He rushed into trouble far too often. But he always tried. He tried with all he had. And yes, that was a lot in its own right.

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As soon as Rocky was freed from the universal obligation to remain still while serving as an animal’s seat, he fully shook himself out. A ripple of energy had him hopping between his claws, eventually dissipating into little more than just a light bounce in his carapace, and he listened to Ingvar attentively. “Ah, understand. Mutual benefit. Birds receive food and protection. Big big friend receive company . . . and song!” he exclaimed.

Rocky then considered the best way to answer Ingvar’s inquiry. “Mm. . . . No. No, no. Have seen small animals. Erid have much life—especially much in high atmosphere.” He paused, fingers drumming together. “Was only surprised so small but no afraid of Ingvar. Understand now.” It wasn’t like size had anything to do with someone’s benevolence, of course. Rocky was almost ashamed for having a shadow of a doubt.

“You are kind and gentle. You provide. Birds like!” And with a touch more enthusiasm, “I like!”