Territory Predicaments
Lihyrst, the land of big and small. A supercontinent that supports many living beings. To Monster Girls, Mythic Creatures, Elves, normal Size Humans (Norms'), and considered the biggest predator of all is Gicadians. Gicadians are almost like Norms’-sized people, however, they are more prominent and giant than actual Norms’.
The geography of Lihyrst is diverse and unique, just like the cultures that exist in the colonized lands. From hot deserts, and forestry, to cold snow and mountains, Lihyrst has much to present. Norms' explorers are at a disadvantage when it comes to exploring, there is a lot to explore at such a scale they are born into - big risks as well as there are many dangers to be considered. The Norms' have settled the continent of Lihyrst for an unspecified length of time just as Gicadians did. As for right now the Norms’ have designated numerous capitals that are considered a sanctuary - but all have their own set of rules, geography, and crises. Maps have been produced for generations, however, not many have set off to the seas and made it back alive. The land that’s outside the map is considered ‘The No Man’s Land’ as you are at risk of not coming back alive.
Gicadia is the capital that occupies most Gicadians. The sizes of these giants do vary, commonly you were considered a Gicadian if you were a hundred feet tall minimum and up to three hundred feet tall. Regardless, three hundred is considered rare. The taller you were, the more you were respected in a sense as women did commonly admire how tall one might be. If you were a male, you might be mocked if you were shorter than them. The males of this species are born into tough love, they primarily exist to repopulate as the society is mostly female-driven. Any Gicadian that is born smaller, they are declassified as a Gicadian and would be referred to as a Mini-Giantess or commonly 'Midget' status for the Gicadians. As for Norms’ anything at an unusual size would be still Gicadian in their eyes.
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Gicadians and Norms’ stand neutral compared to the previous history. Back in the war times, the tales are told that there was a war between both sides, a cruel bloodshed that resulted in pain and misery involving slavery. The Norms’ weren’t the only ones against this, there was a whole revolution with Gicadians lashing back against each other - practically fighting for the freedom of the Norms. This escalated and eventually de-escalated and created ‘The Border’. A territory line that separates the Norms’ and Gicadian territories. Both sides can cross whenever the intentions might be, but land must not be taken away from them without diplomatic agreements.
Gicadians can live where they wish. Some offer protection for Norms', thus, resulting in controversies that not every Gicadian was eye to eye with the current ruler. Norms' tend to be afraid of those who tower over them, the Midgets rejects of Gicadia are often welcomed in settlements, while others on a larger scale, too can help, at times, resourceful when it comes to protection with creatures who dare to attack a defenseless settlement.
The Kingdom of Gicadia has always functioned with a ruler, only a Queen who often dictates rules to be passed or gives critical engagement in certain situations. However, the current times are more crucial than ever as the current Queen is quite questionable if she is willing to keep the current order of Gicadia or start a new order against Lihyrst. She is the daughter of Ellen The Complaisant. A woman who greatly wanted to let Gicadians live in peace and harmony with Norms’ despite of dark history. Alas, she had been murdered in recent times leaving the daughter Queen Elanor to be the new ruler, the far less proficient ruler that may be part of the conspiracies about the previous Queen’s death as some have previously claimed.
Secrets are to be revealed, but here in Lihyrst, there are plenty of stories to tell as Gicadia isn’t the only place having its own conflicts. This is Tales of Lihyrst, many stories from different perspectives you will experience in this series.
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Shadeyard, a settlement that occupied the edge of Gicadian territory. Living near the Gicadian territory wasn’t awful, considering the settlement was in its own territories with the Norms’ side, there were no expectations for Gicadians to come and pester these hard-working individuals who just wanted to make a living. Shadeyard was a settlement that excelled highly in compiling lumber. It was all thanks to the vegetation and dense forestry that surrounded the settlement, the mountains that expanded across portions of Lihyrst that would eventually introduce Gicadia on the other side. The place that not many Norms’ would dare to go. It was certain the living circumstances in Shadeyard were thriving ever more than before thanks to these additional lumbar recourses. Due to these reasons, the settlement began to expand. Ultimately there were unforeseen consequences as expanding would be the reason for this settlement’s downfall despite having permission. they expanded too much into Gicadia territory. As a new Queen was in place, this was not much of a positive outcome for what was yet to come.
The Norms’ have lived in this area for two generations, Queen Ellen The Complaisant was generous to offer these Norms’ to expand into the territory after the last diplomatic debate was held. It was much less of a debate, Ellen allowed the expansion as a mark of the tip of a Gicadian-sized boot scraped across the landscape, causing a ‘man-made’ trench for them to cease the planned expansion. The Citizens of Shadeyard were pleased by the news and got to work. Years came by, they had already reached the territory that was desired. The Norms’ would be pleased to thank the Queen once more, alas, they did not understand the situation in Gicadia, for this settlement, the news of the Queen’s death was not announced due to its secluded nature. This would raise concerns about future problems between them and Gicadians once they came in contact.
It would be an overcast afternoon, the sun would overlook from the north, and the Norm’s of Shadeyard would resume work as always, they had planned to wrap up the final section of the settlement by the end of the spring season. Arthur, who was a young man that contributed to collecting lumber would be out with his group to chop down some trees. The air was warm and yet fair, a minimal breeze being felt as they were well some distance in the woods. He swung his Axe, rubbing his forehead, shaking his head as his brown hair was feeling full of sweat from his efforts. It was no easy task for what Arthur along with the other men went through. He had a wife, one that relied on bread more than once. Collecting lumber had changed that lifestyle, they left much more comfortable than before.
“Fine weather, eh Arthur?” A man called out.
“Yeah, you could say that. Fine day choppin’ but can’t stop now.” He’d swung his Axe once more.
The man scoffed, “You really needin’ to slow it down y’know, Shadeyard got all its lumber she needs til’ the end of spring don’t you know?” He leaned in.
“Well, I ain’t stopping until I’m told so Graffin,” Arthur stated.
Arthur continued to work, chopping away on his claimed tree stump. Meanwhile, Graffin chose pulling Arthur’s leg once was enough for today, he seemed to be more committed to his efforts than the other days. The man continued to lean in, raising his leg on a stump that had yet to be split apart from its roots.
“Keep swingin’ and you’ll get it eventually.” He stated. “They say Hawthorn trees are a bitch to split, you think you can do it on your own, lad?”
“You going to keep pulling my leg or are you willing to give a man instead of yappin’?” Arthur retaliated.
“Aye, I kid, I’m just pullin’ your leg, come on now, we got hours yet, the boss wouldn’t want you yanking your arm out and the wife.” He warned
Arthur split the wood one last time as the Axe itself kept standing as he left it penetrated into the stump, he sighed, wiping his face again as a well-deserved break. Arthur accepted a break, Graffin had a point, overworking yourself wasn’t great, and the boss was lenient at the very least when it came to breaks. Just as long as quotas were fulfilled, everything was satisfactory. Arthur walked along with Graffin as he had agreed to take a break with him. Things were fine until Griffin revealed something under his green coat, a well-worn metal flask.
“You best thinkin’ we’d make this a better time now or never, yeah?” He’d nudge Arthur.
Arthur knew this already wasn’t a good idea. The fact that Graffin had that flask with him just meant he’d been drinking on the job. Pain in the ass this had become. He knew what this man wanted, drinking on the job with him so he didn’t feel alone. This wasn’t exactly illegal, though, frowned upon to drink on the job here at Shadeyard.
“Blimey!” Arthur exclaimed. “Drinking on the job Graffin? You pulling my leg again?”
“Aye, keep the voice down Art, a swig or two of Boiled Slammer ain’t gonna kill ye. Freshest brew they got from Kastron here.”
“Kastron you say? It takes week to get there, I’ll be damned. How much Lihyrum that cost you?” Arthur asked.
“Yes lad, Kastron, the capital of all Norms’ like us, no big Gicadian would dare to tangle with them!” The man laughed as they strolled to their secluded spot. “Aye, Lihyrum these days can be hard to get, costs me hundred-fifty those coins to get some of this. Care to try sum’? Or the wife be angry with ye?” He asked.
“Graffin, you fanciful man you are. That much Lihyrum you get yourself more than a few runs at the Tavern.” The man said, pondering for the offer. “
“Ah, lad, you worry too much. I got my savings. Just think I get a horse to do my own Boiled Slammer runs, eh? Or, hey, maybe get one of em’ Gicadian ladies to do some runs for me. I bet I can get one of em’ to comply, I got the talk if you know what I mean.” He nudged.
Arthur continued to walk with the man, eventually taking a swig of the flask. The taste of the alcohol was strong, rancid even. Left a foul taste in his mouth as if he consumed something spoiled. He coughed, a sigh he could not handle what Graffin consumed.
“Too much for ya?” The Graffin stopped, taking the flask back as he took a swig himself. The man sighed. “They don’t call it the Boiled Slammer for nothin’ Art.”
“You can keep that vile brew to yourself, I’ll be better off drinking hog water,” Arthur said in disgust.
Graffin didn’t really understand what tasted bad about it, perhaps the fact he was an alcoholic could be a sign his taste buds were long gone by now as he was in his mid-forties. Quite unfortunate to think about if that were the case. The two men began to sit on a tree that had already fallen, chopped by another party that was here from a different assigned shift. Things for now were quite at ease, the two men talked, getting to know what other crazy stories Graffin had in store. The man always had stories, at times, hard to believe it happened to begin with.
“Well lad, guess we back to it then?” The man slapped his knee, standing, storing his flask away.
Arthur nodded, he felt his legs grow tired the more he sat around. The longer of a break they were on, the more he felt tired. In the end, he wished he continued to work. He was doing this for Graffin, otherwise, he wouldn’t hear the end of it. The guy likely was just trying to find an excuse to take a break and take a few swigs of his vile drink. A Kastron specialty some may call it, blah. Arthur followed suit, stretching as he stood, dusting the dirt off his brown slacks.
“Back to it the- “ Arthur came to a stop, and the ground began to shake.
“Huh? That’s odd.” Arthur mused for a moment, looking at Graffin who shrugged as they both felt the shaking impact. This only meant one thing.
“Aye, is it one of them big ladies?” Graffin beamed with excitement.
Shaking in the Lihyrst soil began to occur once more at a faster rhythm a distant impact sound occurred in the distance, a sign that Graffin out of all times was correct in his guess. This was a once in a lifetime as Gicadians didn’t often travel in these parts. The closer the sounds were heard, a flock of birds scattered as they were disturbed by what was coming. The problem was they were half an hour away from Shadeyard, running for help was a struggle in this regard. All the other men in the area, they too were concerned, stopped chopping wood as they prepared for what may come.
The two men ran back to the lumber site, regrouping as the trees within the forest crunched in such a violent matter, emphasizing that something big and dangerous was in fact coming their way. Soon, a Gicadian would come into view, and a silver-haired woman with her hair tied in a spiral braid would come into contact with the Norms’. At this point most of the men started running, fleeing as naturally they had to warn the settlement about the arrival. As for the two men, Arthur didn’t budge to run, wanting to know what was up, wanting to witness the Gicadian up close, he was willing to speak up to her. He had been in contact with a Gicadian in the past from another settlement, this was nothing new, for both of these men that is.
The Gicadian woman would be at a fast approach, her roman-styled brown sandals slapped from her heels, crushing the limbs of any standing tree that was standing, pulverizing any wildlife and object that was underneath them, shifting the terrain that left nothing more but marks of a Gicadian-sized footprint. Ironically, this may help the Lumber team to sort out the fallen trees at the end of all this. The woman put her hands on her hips, she had a light-muscular tone as she stood in front of the two Norms’ her toes, wiggled, as the two men could observe what she wore, it was a rather generous amount of skin exposed from a brown-leather breastplate that only formed around her breasts, the brown skirt that wrapped around the waist that exposed the blue panties she wore underneath. As for the Norms’ already observed, her Roman-styled sandals wrapped up to her shins, securing her feet for the footwear she wore.
“Oh my gravy, what a lovely sight lad!” Graffin nudged Arthur who was trying to process why a Gicadian would be here.
The woman stared down at the two, she had to be standing well over two hundred feet, it was hard to say the accurate estimate, Norms’ hardly ever compared the accurate sizes of a Gicadian citizen. The woman just idled there with her blue eyes, craning her head down as if the two gentlemen were supposed to do something. Arthur parted his lips to introduce himself, the Gicadian spoke before he got the chance to get the words out of his mouth.
“Why do I seek Norms’ occupying Gicadian territory?” The Gicadian conveyed disapproval as her arm folded, waiting for an explanation.
The deep empowering feminine voice would call above the two men who stood there dumbfounded at one another. They knew this land was given to them generations ago, but this Giacadian was claiming that this land was not theirs? What was missing here?
“Ah, well, miss, you must be mistaken’ but we have these lands under an agreement to expand in this territory,” Graffin explained, gulping.
“Yeah, it does be the truth miss! Swear in Lihyrst across my heart, my good friend here speaks the truth.” Arthur spoke up, supporting Graffin’s claim.
“Whom speaks such claims you own Gicadian territory? Not wise to be speaking such lies to an empowering being, hm?” She gave a kneel, resting her hands on her knee.
“Your Queen has vouched for this to happen, miss. I swear on Lihyrst.” Arthur stated.
As Arthur would carry the conversation, Graffin began to take his flask out once more. As the two talked, the man would take a few swigs, observing the Gicadian that kneeled down in front of them. As he consumed his alcohol, he was gawking at the prize that was in front of him. The feminine yet slightly muscular beauty that was looming above him. Even better, staring up from her chest, eyeing how much those two rumps extended out for any man to see. Then staring over to her exposed stomach, the muscular formation that the woman had. A sign of strength and empowerment. Then his eyes came down to her waist, taking another swig, observing the up-skirt of her blue panties, the formation of her womanhood taking form from her kneeling position. He almost spouted his alcohol as he took a hard swallow. The man fell in love.
“Right Graffin?” Arthur asked.
“Eh? Wh-What?” The man would come to realization again, storing his flask away as alcohol dripped from the side of his lip, wiping it with his sleeve.
“Aye, as the man had stated, we Norms’ had this land. So why don’t you take it up to your Queen Ellen? Arthur, that was her name’ right?” He turned his head.
“The Queen has been dead for many moons, how dare you speak highly against her in such a dismissive manner!” The voice rang with disapproval.
“Wait, she did?” Graffin took a step back, extending his hands out.
“What the Lihyrst,” Arthur said in shock.
“Aye, Miss! I did not mean it in that way!” Graffin persuaded. “Fuck Lyrist, she’s really dead…?” He mumbled.
“She has been dead for some time, but if you little drunken Norm’ did not mean it, you best mark my word I will grind your bones into dust.”
Graffin stared up at her, deadlock in the eye, his face was pale as she certainly meant with what she said. Conveniently, his flask fell out of his jacket, landing on the floor as he quickly gave a nod to her.
“Aye, yes miss. Pardon my misunderstanding…” Graffin would coward, picking up his flask slowly.
“As my good ol’ friend was tryin’ to say is that this is the first we have heard of this Queen’s death. Many moons you so claim? How have we not been informed?” Arthur asked.
The Gicadian woman began to stand, putting her hands on her hips, her hands clenching into fists. There may be a feud that needs to be disputed. The Gicadian woman would need to treat this carefully as she did not want to cause more problems than she needed to. The two men just stared up at her, awaiting if anything else had to be addressed or had to happen. If these two men were true to their words, she would need to bring this up to the Queen.
“Gicadian, Miss! Is there anything else you seek from us for proof? May I also ask who your name might be?” Arthur asked as he stared up at the Titaness figure.
The Gicadian didn’t show much hostility at the given moment despite her first impressions. The woman would be respectable at the very least to give her name that Arthur truly would seek. As for Graffin, he was just keeping his composure as he had admittedly drank too much already.
“You Norms’ shall call me Zayla. As for what I request, you shall be awaited for future trial, a Norm’ will come to Gicadia with me for these matters. I will head to your settlement that I see and pick who may be fit!” The Gicadian began to turn her body.
“Now hold’ a minute, Miss, I mean Gicadian Zayla!” Arthur called up to her.
Zayla was about to prepare herself to begin her departure as these Norms’ did not seem fit to take with her, she specifically was looking for someone as a mayor or perhaps a ruler of the settlement to come with her. Arthur managed to get her attention, she decided to stay to hear what this little Norm’ had to say.
“What is else you seek?” She turned her head. “My time is limited, what you seek must come forward before I depart.”
Arthur mused, he didn’t know if this was a good idea, Graffin looked ts Arthur as he kept his speaking at a minimum. That drunk bastard knew when it was the time not to speak, it was one of those times. Although, he had to trust him especially what he was going to suggest. It was worth a shot, the question was, if what he did was going to convince the Gicadian, was he trying to play the hero?
“Graffin, tell my wife I’m on a temporary leave.” He instructed.
“Aye? What lad? Are you insisting on going with this big lady?” He questioned, unsure of what his attention was.
“Yes my friend, I will be the one to go. If she goes to the settlement, it’ll bring concern to everyone.” Arthur said, shifting his head up to Zayla. “I wish to go to Gicadia with you, I can vouch for the settlement that this land does belong to us. I am certain there is documentation about this.”
“Arthur-“ Graffin leaned up to him. “This ain’t a good idea, you know nothin’ about that stuff, you’re only a man who Lumbers as I. Kendall is the one she is talkin’ to, not a man like you! Yer’ wife isn’t going to like what you are doin’ here. Shadeyard knows this Gicadian is near, I am certain that they have a plan to negotiate already.” He warned.
Arthur would think, and weigh his options if what he was doing was a good idea or something that could result him in a consequential state of regret. He did have a wife to return to, this did take some time to think over. This was too rash of a thought. He would begin to re-think his options as for once Graffin had several valid points, never thinking the day he would admit that.
“After some consideration, I have made up my mind. If a Norm’ like you is willing to speak for your community, I will indulge to take you to Gicadia with me.” The voice called from above.
“Actually, Zayla, I have- Woah, wait a minute-!” Arthur yelled.
The Gicadian would once more begin to lower herself, squatting as she extended out her right hand, with lack of warning and care, she swiped Arthur into her massive yet feminine hand, one that would clench him into a fist grip. She began to stand as Arthur’s stomach dropped, the wind rushing in his face as Zayla effortlessly raised the man up to her face as the features, the silver hairlines, and the blue eyes she had become more apparent than ever. Arthur wanted to change his mind, he was afraid, it was too late for a suggestion like that. Without much other warning, Zayla’s sandals began to lift, her worn and hardened heels kicked with the leather sandals, walking away from the scene from when the two first met. Graffin chased after her and was outpaced just with a single step.
“Aye! Arthur! ARTHUR!” He’d call out. “DO I STILL TELL YOUR WIFE?” He panted, taking a rest against one of the standing trees. “Sweet Lihyrst, Gicadians are hard to keep up with. That or thinkin’ I’m out of shape. Blast it, Arthur, I hope I know what you’re doing…I don’t even know what to tell yer’ wife right now..”
Zayla would have her perspective, keeping a firm grip on the tiny to ensure nothing bad would happen to them. It was unfortunate she didn’t have many pockets all things considered to be the only thing she regretted not taking with her. There were other options, though, less favorable unless it was needed.
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Some distance had already been made ever since Zayla would walk into the wilderness, the sound of her footsteps crushing the landscape below them. Her waking path of destruction could pulverize any living being that would be under her sandals if they dared to stand in her way. Zayla had her own quest to complete, she showed a lack of interest in dealing with nonsense, fortunately, she took Arthur instead of Graffin. That man was lost more than half the time as it is. Arthur knew the mistake he made, there was no way to back out of it if he tried. He accepted it, butterflies in his stomach about the future that lay ahead.
“Your friend back there. Is he with you? I trust that he will not alarm that I stole you?” Zayla asked as her blue eyes looked down at her fist.
“G-Graffin? No Miss, I wouldn’t believe he would. That man, I work with him n’ he can be lost half the time, a great guy to work with when he’d be sober.” Arthur stated.
“Hmph, I see. He strikes me as a small man who gawks before he thinks. I already knew from when his little eyes stared up at me. Not the first time.” She said unamused. “Perhaps you’re different, Arthur, is it?” She asked.
Arthur swallowed, that idiot really would take the chance to look at every angle he could at that moment. Arthur had his suspicions when he was spacing out from that moment when she crouched down. No matter, this was about Graffin and not him. She didn’t seem bothered by him if it weren’t the first time.
“Not at all Zayla, yes, Arthur is my name.” He replied. “Although, with all due respect as a married fellow of myself, how are you not troubled by that..?”
Zayla continued to walk, her eyes scanning around the scenery just as Arthur did, for Arthur, this was something unreal for him to witness. Traveling at such a speed no Norm’ could witness unless you were bat shit crazy to tame a Dragon or some flying creature in that regard. Gicadians are truly special and powerful in their own way, Arthur was generous to be given a unique style of transportation, although, one that could kill him if she felt like it. Zayla would begin speaking to his question.
“Being a Gicadian has its troubles, I am one that likes to travel. It has been a few times I come across Norms’ in your territory for business reasons. I have rested in places where I shall not be bothered by any Norms’. I then awake when I see a Norm’ and their horse seeing under my skirt as I sprawl.” Zayla said with disapproval “No matter, at first I would be upset, now I am hardly phased by it as I understand standing over Norms’ can be hard to hide my features, as now I swear to Lihyrst I just accept it.” Zayla admitted.
Arthur would understand the situation, it was quite an awkward predicament when he first met the Gicadian, it was rather one of the first features you could notice, being a man, it can be hard to resist. Arthur was a married man however, he was respectful of that nature, unlike Graffin who would take his chances that would ultimately lead to his own consequences.
“I see. I would imagine Gicadians would have other rags to wear, correct? I’m sure some pants would work for you. N-Not that I ain’t saying I tell you how to dress is all.” He pondered.
“I truthfully understand, although I would much rather keep what I wear already, I will be honest as I would to my Queen, I would enjoy the breeze more than anything, especially in the dragon heat seasons of Lihyrst. I don’t think a married man would know more of my reasons of this?”
“I don’t think I need much of a reason Miss, I get the visual. Perhaps I will ask my wife.” He’d chuckle awkwardly.
“I would say that would be a wiser choice, your wife, such a lucky Norm’ for you to have. Most men would act differently around me. But you? You’re different. It almost makes me want to talk more. Here, would you like to sit on my shoulders while we walk? I would insist that it would be a better position.”
Arthur couldn’t help but smile from the compliment, he had no reason to make a move on a girl like Zayla. The fact that she was intimidating to begin with made Arthur not even bother to attempt to make moves on her. It was either he was a weakling or a guy who knew his rights and wrongs. His wife surely was lucky to have him if she were to hear this from a Gicadian. He was then given an offer to sit on her shoulder, it was, quite an honor, and he would accept it.
“If that is something you wish me to accept, I will accept it Zayla. Although I ain’t adapted to being this high up, I request to be mindful about moving me is all that I request.” He admitted.
“Very well, I will make this less troubling than it needs to be. You may use my hair if necessary to help you, I allow it, only because of how you act around me.” She stated, rewarding him.
Arthur began to see his viewpoint change, her fisted hand raising as it came up to her left shoulder, one that had padding from her breastplate, it would be an alternative bra for a woman like Zayla, a bra that would be utilized if she needed to battle in her own defense. He stood on the leather piece, the gray strands of her hair would flow with the wind, even brushing against him. He sat, using that hair to help him. There was one feature that would be taunting him, however, Zayla’s breasts. Every step she made, the canyon, the crack that was revealed below, the top of those fleshy hills would tremble with every stride she made. The skin she had, would be smooth, one feature to be noticed, a mole on the top of her left bosom.
“It would be best to be comfortable, I am glad you are closer to my ear, it makes things much better to hear. The walk will be a few hours, across the vast mountains that we walk beside. I will plan to cut the journey short as I know a shortcut, although, it may require you to hold on to something.” Zayla said, strolling along.
“I do appreciate the view up here, speaking up to your ear makes me at ease with my vocals. Although that taste of Boiled Slammer has quite an effect on my throat.” Arthur complained.
“You say there is a shortcut? I may, have never been acquainted with Gicadia, I have yet to reach it. I know by now, I am in a region I shouldn’t be in, yes? Is it illegal for me not to be in your land from your people's perspective?”
“In the mountains, it is vast, it stretches one side of the land to the next, Norms’ or Gicadia, we both have our fair share for what we have,” Zayla stated. "You can come and go but from what I understand, it is too dangerous for you to be roaming these parts on your own."
“Gicadia is a place that we Gicadians call home, although, we are allowed to live as we wish resources can be scarce due to our size, this land accommodates to Norms’ than what we have. Gicadia, home, is the only place that accommodates our sizes especially. The mountains separate, providing a barrier between us and Norms’ beyond the border.” Zayla sighed.
“Norms’ are expected to stay in their own border, they are not allowed to expand and tamper with this very land as Gicadians are expected to follow suit, although, we have a political problem where Gicadians like myself help Norms’ while some disagree that nature. Norms’ are not permitted to enter Gicadia without permission as it is dangerous for wanderers. What we provide at Gicadia is at our scale, what you witness before is at a larger scale, so be it a table or a simple chair. This was a new law that the Queen established and has been in place. However, in a situation like this, the Queen should accept for me to escort you in. Although escaping my grasp may warrant you an arrest, there will be no guarantee that you’ll make it home anytime soon without trial.” She warned.
Zayla was going on a long tangent, Arthur did his best to grasp what was going on beyond the barrier from Zayla’s explanations. It was absurd to think the land on the Gicadian side was at the scale of his home, did perhaps the Norms’ land get taken away from the Gicadians? Were they some unknown species that came from the beyond that weren’t born here, to begin with? So many questions. That made him wonder, it was a long history dump as even Zayla wouldn’t know. Still, it was quite intriguing to know what’s been going on beyond the border. He was a lumberman for all his life since his teenage years, this was an adventure he’ll never forget. Hopefully, he’ll make it home and tell his wife all about it, if she doesn’t get too upset about it that is.
“That right there is one of a goat load of history that you gave me, never I’ve been told before. I appreciate it miss, I’d love to know more in fact. I may have more to ask in that regard if you don’t mind.” He politely asked.
Zayla’s eyes cornered over to the tiny Norm’, her eyelashes would flash in a blink, and a smile actually formed from the corner of her lips, she was quite intrigued for once to get someone interested in Gicadian history, although, she would keep in mind as she wouldn’t want to overload him with too much information. She decided to indulge him some more with her society's history For now, she waited until it was a good spot to rest.
“I will give you more history, for now, let us walk and enjoy the scenery for a moment. There is yet a lot to uncover. I will find a place to rest, ideally at the bottom of the mountain range that I will scale from. At that point, I will discuss what may happen next, ideally, it would be best to not stress over it since I consent to it.” She instructed Arthur.
Arthur would nod, agreeing to let the Gicadian do what she needed to do. She was quite a nice giant lady all to be considered how intimidating she was at first. She looked cold, serious, and impatient. Now she was more open, attempting to be soft-spoken and very knowledgeable. This eased his mind that maybe Gicadians aren’t all too scary from what he heard back at the Tavern. This was the first time he ever got so close to one. One thing that did not ease his mind however was her consenting to something. The poor little Norm’ was quite squeamish about it.
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The Gicadian walked through the landscape, she walked along the mountain range and awaited to scale up that she had warned a few times already, each time it was just a remembrance to Arthur to try to puzzle what exactly the Gicadian girl would imply. At least, there was a cliff wall that Zayla was quite fond of leaning against to take a rest. Due to all the erosion and weathering Lihyrst would face, this provide an ideal spot for Zayla to continue her history lesson. She began to sit down to cross her legs, leaning herself against the rock surface. The surface felt slightly warm due to the sun beaming down at it, fortunate for her size, it had much less of an effect on her. She sighed, smiling as her head leaned back, turning her head towards the tiny Norm’ on her shoulder.
“Now then, back to our history lesson, what would you love to hear about next? Do keep in mind I will be taking a short break, what we have behind us is just a climb, then back down, then we have another walk and we’ll finally reach Gicadia.”
Arthur would remain seated, using the hair strains that Zayla had, her hair was strong, and he may have been able to hang onto one of them and let it take hold of his weight if he wanted to. Although that would be a big risk if he slipped or the hair plucked off, he refrained from doing such action. Now with Zayla being seated, he was allowed to ask a few questions before he ascended up the mountain with the Gicadian.
“Well, that’s quite a scroll for me to unroll.” He joked. “There has been one big thing I have wondered, what happened to the Queen? You said she had passed? Who is the Queen now? I am, concerned if this might affect us in any way for our Norm’ way of life.” Arthur expressed his concern.
Zayla already knew this question might come up, it was no surprise as she split that out of her mouth from the first contact of the two Norms’. These Norms’ deserved to know, she would assume half or almost all of Lihyrst that she was aware of knew. It seems this settlement of Norms’ was out of the loop due to how secluded they were. At first, there was hesitation, but then she finally began giving her dump of information.
“Gicadia hasn’t been the same since the fall of the great Queen Ellen The Complaisant. This had happened many moons ago, since the events, there had been questions that had been raised and conspiracies. We did not have any intent for Norms’ to find out about the news, but it was a matter of time for Lihyrst to know.” She sighed.
“Ellen had been found dead in her diner room, it was murder, treason. It was intentional with pure hatred. This resulted in Elanor, the daughter of Ellen who came into power. She had not been the same as the last Queen. This may result in concern that she might not be fitted for her role with the laws and expressions she has been presented with lately. Some were plain arrested into trial to speak against her.” Zayla continued, expressing disappointment in her voice.
Arthur did not expect a Gicadian to be ruthless against their own Queen, even one that was more humble and helpful no matter if you were Gicadian or Norms’ This made Arthur realize that Norms’ may have it hard at times, Gicadians were dealing with their own struggles as well. They were all the same, all parties could be united with one another. Alas, there was always a bad batch of apples in a group.
“Did they find who did it? What should I expect? Ain’t she be willing for my settlement to keep its land rights? What would happen if that does not get approved?” Arthur started giving her a scroll-worth of questions.
“Nobody found who did it, that’s where…conspiracies come up. I am not comfortable talking about it. All I can say is it could have been one of the members inside the castle itself. For your next question, you should expect her to be willing to listen, although she is the daughter of Ellen, I trust that she will make her way around and be willing to cooperate. What she will do, I, I put faith that she will allow it. I see no other reason.”
“But why are you reporting our settlement if you think she’ll be fine with it?” Arthur outspoke to her.
“I am required to report any suspicious activity and especially must be reported to the Queen. If I were to turn a blind eye, that would go back to me if any witnesses. The border is one of our highly regulated oaths due to previous times. I sincerely apologize to bring this to your settlement, in return, I can make it up for you and your people.”
Arthur would take notice of her reasons, it made sense. Even if he was a little paranoid about the Queen, he put his trust in Zayla to do the right thing to keep her oath. If Arthur was in her perspective, he would perhaps do the same thing. It seems what he had in his mind had been met with answers. Zayla would assume he had nothing more to add to the history lesson. Now it was finally the time to meet the biggest thing that was making him anxious, the ascend up the mountain.
“I put trust in myself that you have nothing more to add with your lack of words. It will now be time for me to go over what will happen next.” Zayla looked up, pointing up at the sky. “I will be climbing up, it is the faster way to Gicadia, I am advising that I will put you somewhere that may not be ideal. It is also something your wife might not appreciate but it is necessary.” She said, her head craning back down.
Arthur continued to go anxious about what this meant. He followed her massive finger, then looked back down to look up at her face next to him. He heard her swallow a few times, watching their muscles flex as she got to work. It really caused a chill down his spine, but it was just simply an enlarged Norm’ body. It was just the fear of a Norm’ like himself could be inside there. He heard horror stories, which again, made him question if those were true. Now was just not the time. There was another thing to add, his wife?
“Alright, Miss. I am quite unsure of what you mean by that. What would my wife think against this?” He asked, that anxious feeling was hitting him worst.
Zayla showed hesitance, she lacked pockets. That was her downfall of not obtaining a small pouch to take with her. Scaling up a mountain had its struggles, especially for a Norm’ to hang on to. Being exposed to the outside elements while she’s ascending upward, even down could pose a problem for various explanations. She felt little to no discomfiture for what she was about to proffer. Her eyes trailed down at her bosom. Yes, he was getting a special pass that most men would want. She felt more comfortable by the fact of how Arthur behaved. Graffin would be livid but yet proud of Arthur.
“It is no surprise a Gicadian woman’s bosom is at greater scale than a Norms’. I lack pockets and my only desire to keep you is right in my bosom. In there, you will be safe while ascending and descending the mountain range. I am comfortable only by how you act, Arthur. You showed me not every male Norm’ can lose themselves of the presence of a Gicadian like me. I entrust you will be strong for me. As for your wife, she would understand this situation if she were one to find out. Alas if not, I will pray to Lihyrst to your coupling well-being.”
With a lack of forewarning, a gigantic and yet familiar hand came up to Arthur, gently using her forefingers this time to pluck him off her shoulder. Compared to his first time being snatched, Zayla has been more careful than last time. That cold and forward nature was becoming less and less apparent. Once again, he was fortunate to meet a Gicadian like her. If only they were all the same. Arthur continued to be moved, below, he noticed the familiar bosom. He was quite thrilled and afraid about what was going to happen. His legs couldn’t help but give a few kicks, her pants were feeling quite tight as this was a bit too much for him to handle. How much he imagined this to be his wife, Madelina. How he imagined diving into her bosom would be a fantasy to embrace.
Arthur finally was gently squeezed inside her bosom that was held together by the leather breastplate that Zayla wore. As he was inserted inside, the smell of her natural body would give off a smell. It was not a too repelling of one, but it was surely from accumulated sweat. Bathing in most parts of Lihyrst was not a priority, some places had more luxuries for bathing than others. As for Shadeyard, they used the river that streamed down. As for Gicadian, that also made him wonder how a Gicadian would bathe. Now here he was, inside a gigantic pair of breasts. The sound of her heartbeat being heard was comforting, it could put him to sleep. Her breathing, he could hear everything her body did, giving off her natural inhales and exhales that she often let out. Was in a world, inside another world. A woman's bosom. All it took was being a gentleman, but now, it was hard to keep his thoughts at bay, especially down in his pants.
“There we are. I am certain you’re quite comfortable. I would suggest you don’t squirm too much, if you fall down, I am afraid I won’t be able to get you out in much of an ideal matter. Now then, how about we get ready for the ascend?” She said, standing up.
The Gicadian’s voice would vibrate down her chest, causing Arthur to feel the vibration of her body rattle his bones. All he did was look up, it’s all he could see as her brown breastplate blocked the view in front of him. He stared up as Zayla did. She began to reach up, observing her looming arms as Arthur felt the ascent, his stomach dropping. The Gicadian would exhale deeply, it was a familiar sound as Zayla would be putting her body to the test. Her heartbeat would accelerate, causing her body to heat up the more she scaled up. This was a problem, one not to be considered as when her body would heat up, it caused her to sweat in the process. Arthur would bear with it for now, although, he too started to feel warm as her body heat would start to empower his. He hoped this was short-lived. Arthur would feel like he was being cooked alive if he remained where she was placed. Alas, he had to deal with it, it always had to be like that.
Zayla continued to climb, her leather sandals scraping against rock formations on the mountain, kicking boulders down in the process as she continued to reach over herself, grunting as she began to work up the sweat halfway through the journey she would set herself with. The higher she got, the more windy it got, her hair blowing along with her tied-up braid. The wind certainly would help her accommodate to keep herself at ease. Although, the tiny in her bosom was in more of a battle as she was in that regard. She craned her head down to the man, giving him a hint smile of a half-smile expression.
“I at most hope everything is going well for you? Just a little further, the descending will start. I apologize for the discomfort due to things out of my control. It will not be long as the hard part is done. When the terrain shall sooth, I will release you back to my shoulder as you once were.” Zayla called down to him.
By now Arthur would regret indulging this offering as he continued to feel his body sweating, enough it was seeping through the rags that he wore. It was an unfortunate feeling all things considered. Zayla unintentionally brought him into a Hellscape that Arthur himself did not think he deserved. He imagined no man would like this, it felt more like a punishment than a fulfilling fantasy. Although, if this were his wife, he would indulge it more. Perhaps a man could like this after all? Alas, his wife was no Gicadian. If she was, perhaps his take on this situation would be different. Despite all that, Arthur has been fighting himself about his lust, the desires that his ‘lower-head’ portions tried to speak. A tug in his pants was felt, enough he was able to keep himself in control in the heat of the moment.
“I am more than fine, Zayla, thank you for checking up on my well-being. Although, I may seek a body of water of some point for a wash perhaps?” Arthur hinted.
Zayla was well aware of what Arthur had been going through, she felt it in the crack of her bosoms as she was packing heat down there. Arthur may have partaken the cause of her body reacting in such a way more than before. Although she did not see this as a form of lust heat, two bodies were rubbed against one, perhaps, causing Zayla to be a bit more stimulated than ever thought. It was not long after this discussion that Zayla had finished climbing, beginning to walk as she reached the peak of the cliffs. It was just a walk beyond this point, one that progressively descended further into Gicadian territory.
“Gicadia is not far from now. I am descending as I begin to walk. The hard part is done. May I indulge you once more to come out into my shoulder?” The Gicadian asked.
Zayla well knew what the Norms’ response would be. Truth be told, if Arthur was ever sly enough to think of a different response, it would certainly throw Zayla off guard, wiping the trust of his wife to cheat on a Gicadians interest. But no, Arthur continued to show his loyalty to his wife, Madelina.
“It would be my best interest if you did. I am certain I have no other interest to be here as you only did it as it seemed fit of your situation.” Arthur stated.
Zayla nodded, the man willingly did not want to stay in her bosom, a rare reaction than most other men would give. With little hesitation, her forefingers reached down, sliding Arthur out. Progressively Arthur would slide out, feeling the squeezing weight around him to cease. The air, despite it being warm, he shivered as his sweat felt cold as the wind would breeze through. With gentle care, Zayla set him down on her shoulder. His legs felt weak, he would sit upon release, leaning against the side of her neck as she began to walk once more. From the contact of her neck. He felt her breath as the Gicadian woman would simply inhale and exhale, followed by the audible gulps that her throat made.
“Ain’t wise to tell my wise about this. Graffin would trip for a story like this though. Sweet Lihyrst…” The man mentally spoke within’ himself.
“Once we reach Gicadia, is there perhaps anything you may seek? It is not often Norm’ comes across these parts, I will handle you with care, other Gicadians can be full of mischief.” Zayla warned.
Zayla would give him an offer, a chance to see the lifestyle that Gicadia had to offer. So much to do, so much to see, what could a little Norm’ like him do in a place not built for his scale? Truly, he admired Zayla and her hospitality, and her protection, it would be beneficial. He thought of something simple, although, he had two ideas. The market, he was interested in what market. The tavern was another place of interest he had. Considering he went to taverns regularly, he had to know how a Gicadian one was.
“Ah, a choice? Would it be wise for me to suggest a Tavern? Or would perhaps the Market be better suited for me to glimpse the Gicadian lifestyle?”
Zayla continued to walk, taking massive strides as she continued to descent from the mountain, it was a steady decline, some of the clouds that were in her face would no longer be apparent, looking over the horizon, taller structures would be spotted from both Arthur and Zayla, she pointed out.
“Behold, the place you seek and my home, Gicadia.” She gave a smile, turning to Arthur with a nod, his question was left unanswered at the moment.
Despite the interruption, Zayla would present the horizon out to Arthur, Gicadia. It was a large kingdom that would be within reach. What he could see were walls, a large castle in the middle of the kingdom, and many towering buildings that were scaled to the size of Gicadians. For a Norm’ it was exciting, yet, overwhelming. Once you reached Gicadia, it almost felt as if the world around you had become smaller, shrunk, and vulnerable. Dealing with a Gicadian was one thing, dealing with a city at its own scale, was another concern to worry about on top of it.
“Wow, that’s amazing,” Arthur stated in response, excitement, he couldn’t wait to get there.
“Pardon my outburst, as for what you seek, the market may do better as for tavern, it may lead to risks and you getting lost would increase my worries. Some men and many women are the ones to make poor decisions at the tavern. That is why alcohol sale is prohibited after the middle moon phase. In other words, midnight.” She informed, continuing to stroll.
“Huh? You say alcohol is prohibited from being sold after some time at night? That’s hog water, never I had heard of that. What is the reason? A law passed?”
“That’d be up to the Queen, she is the mighty one who had declared this rule. As for her reasons, she wants what's best for Gicadia’s well-being. She is the Queen, she does what we must for what is fit for our people. Alas, not every Gicadian agrees.”
“Do you agree with it?” Arthur asked.
Zayla would stare at Arthur from the corner of her eye, walking forward to mind her step of direction. She had her opinions, speaking out against her Queen, she would not want that for her own best interest. The Queen had her reasons, there was always a reason. Good ones. At least, that’s what most were forced to believe.
“I will not comment further. I entrust my Queen and think she is doing what is right for I and my beings. Let us walk, take the scenery, let you ask me further questions once I have antiquated myself how to ensure your safety.” Zayla said.
The discussion would cease. Zayla would come forward to silence any further questions about the Queen. Arthur, it grew more questions. Zayla was carefully explaining her opinions about her Queen. Perhaps that fear, the power, and the corruption of their own leader had had a big influence on its people, scared to submit, and afraid to stand against the corruption. As for Arthur, he had no idea, he may just have more knowledge about Gicadia than your average Norm’ from Zayla’s history lessons.
At last, Gicadia was reached, and the walls began to grow bigger with every stride that Zayla would make. The terrain down below the feet of Zayla, the trees, the Norm’ scaled terrain would be blocked off by a massive white stone wall, one that extended around the kingdom, inside, the terrain was replaced by cobblestone paths, buildings, stands, a whole enlarged society. It further emphasized that perhaps Gicadians who claimed this territory weren’t born into this world, or were they? Regardless, Lihyrst inhabitants adapted and accepted this land was Gicadian-owned. It may have been for a good reason, or a bad one. For many in this current generation in Lihyrst, the history of how Gicadia started was not known aside from its wars and territories. It became acceptance.