Chimney

ooc: not at all. :)

"Wonderful!" Osprey replied cheerfully, happy that the girl had decided to take an active role in making the story. Passive listeners were good too, but you never knew, how much they heard of the story and how much they pretended to like it. If a story was a shared experience, it was special on a different kind of level.

"It was a long time ago - before my great-great-great-grandmother was born and quite possible that even longer than that. It was a time, when supernatural creatures freely roamed the Earth and it was a no big occasion, if you crossed paths with spirits, met a loudly snoring dragon having it's afternoon nap in the meadow or saw tiny dwarves and fairies running about their business.

At that time giants were found all over the lands, their numbers hadn't dwindled and they weren't prone to hide and became visible only, when they wanted to. They were big, gentle and a little dumb, but nevertheless good-natured creatures. They did silly things, in order to prove theories of their own kind. Like they would try to grab and gather clouds in a cave or throw a rock up in the sky to test, how high up it was.

There was one particular giant, who had collected many precious gems in his den, but he was fascinated by one, he couldn't get - the sun. His gems were beautiful and could shed colorful lights, but none of them gave warmth, gave life. So he wanted to have the sun to himself in order to create a gem that would be an equivalent to it.

There are many kinds of magic and the one that giant's posess is very special. Can you fill me in on what it can do?" she turned to Tytonidae, encouraging to give a contribution to the story.