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This is pretty much all the writing I have, rest is in idea bits.
Anyway this is a part where a drawf and a giant team up to get to a meeting place they were called to. She is 3.5 feet and he is about 8 or 9 feet tall.
“Ah,” he turns with a rumbling groan and looks back at her. “Must you continue that squabble?” She stops suddenly almost walking right into his leg and looks up at his large angry face. “It isn’t, I can’t help but sing to help past my troubles! Have we come to the Coraden yet? My kind are not made to walk such a distance. And you are going to fast!” The small voice below snapped back at him as he turns and continues walking. A number of soft moans come from her mouth as they walk past a fallen tree on the path.
“Enough with your pitiful squeals!” He turns with a red face.
“Do I not earn a trickle of your respect? Your tongue should be silent if it can’t speak of kindness to a lady. But if you were to carry me I…” “I, madam dwarf, am not some tame beast which is to carry you to the end of the earth. I offered you company and protection to Genanice only and nothing more. You will follow my lead swiftly and quietly or be left behind for the wolves and serpents!” He says and turns frustrated and marches onward to the end of the forest.
He stands there looking and thinking. She sat down on a log with a loud moan. “The map,” he demanded. “I must know which road to take.” He points to the roads on both sides of the tall grassy field before them. He takes the map after waiting for her to pull it out of her bag. “We will not take more than a moments rest.” He said untying the string and opening the map. She leans her head against the tree and sighs. “We go east from here. On your feet dwarf, we have not more than a few hills to cross and we will be there by sunset.”
She slowly tilts herself forward. “Oh, an old woman should not go on like this.” She says as an eerie call is heard at the other end of the field. “Keep to the pace dwarf. The time is soon when the hunters of the night will awaken.” He says walking, towering through the field. “The gods must only know what creatures lay in there. I will not enter such a place on foot, I will not.” She demandingly says.
“Then I bid you farewell dwarf.” He says with a gesture before heading away. “Please wait, carry me and I shall give you the fondest of treasures.” He turns thinking and looks back at her. “Come, what treasures could you possess?” “Ah, no more than that of the stones of Ileza.” He then laughs. “The stones of Ileza! They are but a rare sight in this part. What could have me believe you carry such a stone?”
“If you do not believe me see for your self.” She opens her bag and pulled out a folded black cloth. He walks forward and stares at the cloth in her small hands. “Ah, I have your attention. Carry me to Genanice and you shall receive something grand in return. She opens the cloth revealing 4 rare stones. His eyes light up and his face becomes gleeful. “And I will have two if I were to carry you to Genanice and from?” He knells down and attempts to touch one of the stone. “Your payment will wait!” She says slapping his hand.
“You take me to Genanice and you will receive one, carry me back and you will receive the other. And if you are wise you will be courteous for I know things of your future you may be in need of knowing.“ She covers the stones and looks up at him. “Are we in agreement?” she asks looking up at his large dull face. “You will speak of this to no one. And if we come upon anyone you will be silent and stay hidden or find yourself taken of all treasures and left for the beasts to be picked clean.”
“You will do no such thing!” “ See here dwarf, I will not have my good name robbed of me and be known as some servant to the foulest of man kind!” He says after taking the bag off his back. “And ye shall call me madam Quinta and will not carry out such rude behavior!” She yells. “Agreed but you are still to be called dwarf.” He says as he picks her up. “What are you doing! Put me down” She says as he sets her inside the bag and covers her to the shoulders. “This is not the way I intended to be carried!” “You will stay here till we reach Genanice. Or we shall forget this deal, do you hear dwarf?”
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