Sun Mote Copse Giants shifting in their graves

"You don't?" Wraen asked, while she tried to dislodge a piece of twig that had was poking inside her ear. Not an easy task, if you have unhandy forepaws to work with and even less suitable hind-paws for the task. "Oh, God bless you!" she exclaimed and made a little bounce, when the offending appendage of the tree had freed the auricle and she could wiggle it freely. Back to the topic then.

"I think that might be the reason they actually threw all this stuff down. Who knows, maybe there is a giant under all this debris," she called to her sister, making her way up again, this time choosing the path Maia had, because it had been able to hold her sister's weight. "And then it will start stirring and - booom-wagga-booom - this lot will start to move too. Fun, huh?" with this said, she leaned down to inspect a very interesting block of ice - within it's frozen grasp was a frog.

"Hey, Maia!" she called out to her sister again. "I think I found a Prince Charming for you to kiss!" she grinned cheekily. "If only you can free him first," she beckoned to her finding.