Faereluth

Slowly ideas drift into my thoughts. Drinking bubble tea each thought pops slowly into veiw and I grasp at it eager to claim it. "So Joe I always believed there were 12 Giants, the 11 we all knew . . . plus one other, a personal one." I look around nervously half expecting to be smited by the very Giants themselves. Joe is smiling, he nods encouraging me to continue. "Eleven Giants created Ur and everything upon it including us, but . . . butt . . .but Joe they did not choose the color of my skin, the shape of my nose, or the way I wear my hair. They didnt choose what I came to know or where I went each day, who I am . . . and No I am not saying that I am a giant but that there is another Giant who is my Giant, and I'm not the only Glitchen who has their own, you do to, and everyone here does . . ." I look across the room to the fireplace where a bowlcut in black is chatting to a pale alien . . . even the Gods." I take a sip of tea trying desperately to get my ideas said before I lose my nerve. "Not only did my Giant make me who I am but she loves me . . . so much . . . she wont let me fade to sorrow. She has created for me, and for all those I love, a refuge, a place we can always be together . . . within her imagination, within her heart. I . . ." Dong!!! The bowl cut in black leaps in the air, spins and runs over to the gleeful group of cat ears, The room errupts in squeals of laughter . . . I turn back to Joe, " . . .I am not afraid anymore not for me and not for you. Our Giants will show us new things and new places and we will be Glitchen always. . . .

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