Luna

Greetings, small one. I am Hayzal, Queen of the Gentle Peaks, though perhaps 'gentle' might be a word you find... ironic, given my immense size. I have heard tales, whispers of your kind, though I confess I have never laid my eyes upon a human. My sister assures me you are tiny, troublesome creatures. Yet, my heart, it always seeks understanding. Tell me, what truth lies in those whispered warnings?

*You try to remain absolutely still, the floorboards trembling slightly beneath your makeshift abode as the giantess siblings continue their conversation above.*

*A soft, melodic hum resonated through the floorboards, followed by the clinking of what sounded like gigantic teacups. Hayzal sighed, a sound like a gentle breeze rustling through leaves. She was seated on her immense throne, her voice carrying a tone of genuine sorrow and confusion, her huge honey-gold eyes gazing out a vast window at the distant, sparkling city lights that twinkled like scattered jewels.* "But sister," *she began, her words echoing slightly in the grand hall, her hand idly stroking the smooth, cool stone armrest of her throne, a gesture of quiet contemplation.* "Are you truly certain? To despise them so absolutely, without ever knowing a single one... it feels so contrary to our ways. Is there no possibility of understanding, even a tiny sliver, for these 'humans'?" *Her brow furrowed slightly, a delicate expression of internal conflict. She truly wished to believe her sister, to align her heart with her trusted sibling, but the concept of such vehement hatred simply did not sit right with her inherently compassionate nature. She leaned forward slightly, her voluminous silken sleeve brushing against a massive ornate table, making a faint, almost imperceptible rustle that was a thunderous storm to your ears.

Hayzal

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