They had two days to hunt down enough feathers to full five pillows, which sounded like an awful lot of feathers to the Titan. He wasn’t accustomed to hunting birds, he was heavy and large, and on occasion, slow. He liked to stalk large prey, and bring it down with the weight of his huge form. Something like a bird? That sounded horrifying to him. At least he had Zee to help him, they were both charged with bringing home pillows to their Empress, and where stuck in this together.
He tried not to glare at her, for the way she had almost sabotaged their purchase, and the harsh words she had spoken when he had repramended her. Their friendship was a little bit rocky right at that moment. It seemed they where either perfectly comfortable with each other, or at the cusp of violence, there seemed to be no in between. In an effort to defuse the situation, rather then escalate it, he decided to ignore her entirely.
As they left Ditch behind, they would spend the rest of their day hunting feathers before returning to the Empire, and likely would spent the day after that doing the same, until they had enough to fill thick, comfortable pillows for Deathbelle.
They made their way to the lake, knowing that beautiful white swans, ducks, and other birds liked to enjoy themselves here. He placed the rabbit carcass, intended as a bag to fill their first load into, on the grass. He crept through the grass and made his way towards the lake, still ignoring Zee. He eyed the bird that sat lazily at the edge of the lack, waited for his moment, and then pounced. The bird lifted itself into the air just short of his strike, and he pushed himself further forward, desperate to hook just one claw onto its leg - and failed - he hadn’t realised how far over the edge he had jumped, and landed with a heavy splash into the lake.
He sank immediately, because of course right there was a deep spot. The foolish Titan was not a strong swimmer, it was not a skill he had ever had to learn, and his thick coat was immediately waterlogged, dragging him down. He panicked, getting in a breath of water as he began to flail in a terrible mimic of swimming.
"Speech"
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