In Over His Head! [A sexy, Mini Giantess romcom/fantasy adventure in Tamriel]

Chp 1 "Meet"

Yagaritte huffed in annoyance, rolling her eyes at her satchel, where her arms were currently buried. Her fingers were reaching for, but not finding the little bundle of medicinal herbs they were after. A silken strand of strawberry blonde hair, an accidental leaf sticking out of it, fell from her messy bun. She huffed again and pushed it from her face with a puff of air, ignoring the stowaway leaf. She stood, crossing her arms at her chest and staring down, with annoyance, at her useless satchel. The medicine was there, she knew it! She had snuck it out of a cavern crawling with winter wolves herself. She had come out unscathed, but the same could not be said for several of the wolves. She kicked it with her booted foot.

"Miss? Have you got the herbs or not?" A fidgeting tradesman asked, craning his neck back look up at her.

To say Yagaritte was "tall", was like saying mountains are "big"..or the ocean is "deep". It was a true enough statement, but didn't really cover the scope of what you were trying to convey. She was very close to the limit that people would actually believe their eyes and not question their sanity when they first saw her. She actually lived on a frozen island filled with people the rest of the world thought of as giants, but even those giants looked up at her.

She was also well aware that most people, especially men, found her somewhat intimidating. She squared her shoulders and puffed out her chest, a silent warning that perhaps the shopkeep ought to watch his tone. She had the herbs for him, that was the end of the story, and he needn't question her as though she were some invalid child who couldn't accomplish a task as simple as securing a bundle of sticks from a cavern.

The tradesman backed away some, hunching his shoulders down. "I... I... well, please keep looking..." he stuttered, looking over at a gentleman in the corner, and at another, who was by the window looking at a stack of worn Magicka books on a table there. The shopkeeper's eyes seemed to be silently pleading to both of them to protect him if this giant woman decided she didn't want to deal with him any longer.

Yagaritte chuckled nervously . "Don't worry, I have your herbs," she said.

Her intimidating looks were deceiving, in a way, as her voice was soft and full, warm and inviting. The tradesman nodded, still eyeing the other patrons carefully.

The young man by the dusty pile of books, who had, up until this point, been surreptitiously pretending he was alone in the room, glanced back at the tradesman, and then toward the looming woman. A small wispy globe of soft luminescence hovered a few inches from his face affording him just enough illumination to decipher the strange runes he had been poring over the last 10 minutes or so, but the moment she had laughed so loud and clear the minor glamour had poofed with a slight crackling sound.

Who WAS that? Her voice was so rich and full, It conjured images of valkyries and feast halls, of warm furs around crackling fires. And her laugh..it was deep and hearty and honest. It was so infectious that he had almost wanted to join in, but had stifled himself at the last moment as the last thing he wanted was to draw anyone's attention. She certainly had his though.