Sun Mote Copse Another summer wasted

Yess okay! She could totally do this now.  No, not true.  True stories aren't nearly as fun. She made a quick bleh of a face.  There was no danger in this girl goin for historian.

It's a story in a place a short ways from here, one Wraen and I discovered, full of all these rocks and stuff thrown all over.  It turns out that way back a hundred years ago, a bunch of giants had this huge fight that turned into a ginormous war.  They'd found this peaceful valley with this gorgeous waterfall, but since giants are so big, only one of them would fit there to nap where the grass was super soft.  And for giants, the only way to solve that problem was a good old rock fight.  Good napping spots can be hard to find when you are huge.  In some ways she could relate.

Unfortunately the valley was home to all kinds of animals, including a pack.  The wolves were havin trouble avoiding the giants boulders and things, and were howling for them to stop, but the giants either didn't hear or didn't care because they kept on going. It looked like they were going to destroy the whole valley, so finally, the wolves called Senna.  She was the leader of the valkyries, a commander for the storm god himself.  Maia straightened up.  If she ever needed a hero for a story, Senna was her go to.  It was a name she'd come up with a long time ago... she didn't recall if any of the valkyries had names in the tales.  So she'd picked one and now it was stuck, her favorite folk hero.

She came down on her winged beast from the storm God's halls and jumped off to stand with the valley wolves.  Her fur was silver and her eyes were the color of lightning, and when she spoke, she could be as loud as the thunder itself.  Maia tried to make her voice sound a little boomier, but it didn't quite carry.  'Giants!  Move on, there is no place for you here!'  But they ignored her.  She shook her head, then glanced at Niamh to see how the story was going over.