Chimney

Tytonidae's bum did a little wiggle on the ground when Osprey shouted out her glee for the participation of her listener. If anything, Ty was finding herself to be quite comfortable around her aunt, even if they had gotten off to a bit a rough and awkward start. Then again, it seemed that everybody she met started out that way. With her ears pushed forward, Tytonidae began to listen to her aunt's story about a time long, long ago.

Idle thoughts filled the girl's head as the story flowed smoothly from one sentence to the next. Who were the supernatural creatures? Were those like the gods that strange wolf had spoken of? Or were they the monsters that the other one had warned her about? As the story continued, Tytonidae tried to remember the last time she had seen her friends. Not Osprey Junior, Saena, Summer, or Pura, but the ones that nobody else could manage to see (sans her father). It was curious that they had slowly faded away, but they had done so with such grace that she had failed to even notice their absence. A sudden worry captured her, and she wondered if she had somehow made them angry with her.

Speaking of giants made her think of her mother, and Ty was reminded that she needed to revisit The Sunspire soon. She could see Summer again, perhaps, and maybe Hawkeye would be close so they could spend some time together as well. But her attention was turned back to Osprey when she mentioned that giants could be invisible if they wanted to. That was just like her friends! Maybe Osprey had seen them, too!

When Osprey explained what the giants would do for fun, Tytonidae gave a muffled giggle. But the story turned to focus on one particular giant, and Tytonidae realized that, up until this point, it had just been a setup for his story. It was not about all giants, but one in particular. This one hoarded gems for himself, something Tytonidae thought wasn't too terrible, so long as he was willing to let others look at them if they wanted to. But he also wanted to take the sun, and Ty grinned at that part. Now that she was older, she realized things like that weren't possible. But this was no fact or fiction story. It was simply a carefully woven fairy-tale.

“Mom said they can push down trees,” Tytonidae responded, wishing she could have thought of something on her own. While her mind was overly creative, she'd never been very confident in her creative abilities. Hopefully the answer would be enough for Aunt Osprey to continue the story.