Ain't no mountain high enough
09-28-2017, 06:31 PM
A thunderous crash off to her left caused Kanja to wheel around with a snarl. With her lips curled in warning and her eyes narrowed to slits the giantess was the picture of savagery. She was prepared to do battle with whatever creature created that racket. Her gaze zeroed in on the source of the the crash: a series of large rocks tumbling down a nearby outcropping. Kanja's eyes lifted just in time to watch as some kind of shaggy ungulate completed its climb over the rocks and fled out of sight. With a hiss Kanja straightened out of the defensive crouch she'd slipped into. "You grass eating bastard!" Her heart was hammering so hard she could hear it in her ears. "Got me all worked up for nothing!"
With a determined huff she set off again. Her nerves were frayed but Kanja was determined to smooth them over. No way some dumb sheep was going to ruin her adventure with a little scare. She reminded herself why she was there: the volcano. A fiery lake hot enough to roast that stupid sheep on contact. Now there was an idea! Visions of roasted mutton danced in her head as she wandered up the side of the mountain.
Her imagination was still running wild with the idea when an unfamiliar voice yanked her out of her reverie. Was that...? Kanja turned to face the speaker half expecting to see someone from her clan. She hadn't heard that language since leaving the homeland and it was odd to hear it now. The giantess ran a scrutinous eye over the man in an attempt to figure him out. She was certain she didn't know him. How could he have known to speak to her in Finnish?
It clicked suddenly as she took in his red markings. Most of her family sported the same shades of grey and red. Knowing this and knowing how unusual this combination was, it wasn't too much of a stretch to think there might be a connection upon seeing someone of similar coloring. A ghost of a smile graced her lips as she purred back, "Hei itsesi."
In the common tongue she said, "I didn't expect to hear that language this far south." For a moment she studied him again before finally deciding to introduce herself. "The name's Kanja Jarvela. And who, Mr. Distant Relative, might you be?" Of course she didn't know that for sure, but it was a safe bet.
With a determined huff she set off again. Her nerves were frayed but Kanja was determined to smooth them over. No way some dumb sheep was going to ruin her adventure with a little scare. She reminded herself why she was there: the volcano. A fiery lake hot enough to roast that stupid sheep on contact. Now there was an idea! Visions of roasted mutton danced in her head as she wandered up the side of the mountain.
Her imagination was still running wild with the idea when an unfamiliar voice yanked her out of her reverie. Was that...? Kanja turned to face the speaker half expecting to see someone from her clan. She hadn't heard that language since leaving the homeland and it was odd to hear it now. The giantess ran a scrutinous eye over the man in an attempt to figure him out. She was certain she didn't know him. How could he have known to speak to her in Finnish?
It clicked suddenly as she took in his red markings. Most of her family sported the same shades of grey and red. Knowing this and knowing how unusual this combination was, it wasn't too much of a stretch to think there might be a connection upon seeing someone of similar coloring. A ghost of a smile graced her lips as she purred back, "Hei itsesi."
In the common tongue she said, "I didn't expect to hear that language this far south." For a moment she studied him again before finally deciding to introduce herself. "The name's Kanja Jarvela. And who, Mr. Distant Relative, might you be?" Of course she didn't know that for sure, but it was a safe bet.
THIS FLOOF IS NOT NICE
EXPECT FOUL LANGUAGE AND GIGGLES AT YOUR EXPENSE AT THE VERY LEAST