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

Chp 2 "Follow"

"Wait.. what just happened?" Edovan's mind raced. One second he was about to blackout in the ample bosom of the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, and the next she was just striding away!? Did he say something wrong? That he complimented her laugh...really, was that it? True or not, he doubted that was something women longed to hear. Or had she taken a good look at him and decided he was too small to be of ANY use in ANY capacity? He blushed again at the thought. One thing was for sure, his rational brain still needed to find a source of income, some food, and hopefully a warm place to stay for the night. And the one adventurer who had ever given him more than a passing glance was now quickly disappearing from sight.

"Oh gods he's right behind me..." she realized. Soo maybe she didn't know this man.. He was following her, and that was problematic. Where she lived..was not a place she wanted him to find out about on a first date. She quickened her stride. He wasn't even making any pretense of tailing her. He was just right there two steps behind her, looking for all the world like they were traveling somewhere together. She sped up again. HOW was he keeping up? Dam wood elves were faster than she thought.

Her strides were at least three times as long as his own, and he practically had to run to catch up to her, and jog to keep up. She did not stop, and did not acknowledge that he was there, absently adjusting her satchel, or her daggers, or her hair. She headed directly for an inn, a trip she seemed to have memorized. She tipped her fingers at the homely woman behind the counter as she passed through the enormous oaken doorway (it seemed they were quite familiar with one another), leading Edovan into a brightly lit restaurant on the base level of the inn, bustling with patrons and servers.

Yagaritte was frantic. He wasn't supposed to FOLLOW her. She was executing a long game. He was supposed to go home to wherever he was staying and then the next day he would ask everyone in town about the giant strawberry blonde with the scary daggers and everyone would say "oh that's Yagaritte" and then she would appear right there in the exact same spot in the setting sun. You know, the one where she tried to smother him?

Hadn't she nearly killed him?

Why was he RIGHT THERE???

The woman waved a rag at Yagaritte, and then pointed at Edovan. It was unusual for her to be accompanied by someone so... small. Just so very, very small. Yagaritte rolled her eyes and stopped suddenly, causing Edovan, who was far more preoccupied with the hundreds of delicious smells coming from the inn's kitchen, than with following Yagaritte, to crash into her. "Tsk," she intoned, putting a hand on his head and pushing him away from her. "Go home little mouse, this inn is the Horny Boar," she said, turning him back towards the door. "And not a place for you."

Edovan dug his heels in. "W-w-while it might be true that I don't care much for boars... least of all lusty ones... I h-have just as much a right to be here as you do.." he said with more than a little conviction, struggling against her grip, trying to turn back towards her. He had had too many cold nights, too many missed meals, and his desperation was driving him to be bolder than he had ever dared before.

Boldness wasn't breaking her grip on him though as she palmed the top of his entire head the way a child would palm a ball of string. He could feel her warmth radiating into him.

"Besides... you owe me!" he added, his fear making him...well, fearless.

She had to think of something quick. He REALLY didn't belong here.

"Do you have gold for a room?" Yagaritte asked, spinning him around abruptly, and with ease. He was but a doll compared to her. She crouched down so that they were face to face, she took his chin into her hand again, as she had done before, and forced him to look into her eyes. "Do you have gold for a meal? Gold to tip this kind woman here?" she asked, waving an arm at the woman behind the bar.