I think Uncle Sheo has been slipping skooma into my food. I'm not sure how else this story took this turn. Enjoy.

Chapter 2 - Small and Wounded

Alania woke up in the Riverwood in. She saw a new set of clothes on the table.

After changing, she left the room and walked into the inn proper. She looked around for her rescuer but couldn't find her. The innkeeper noticed her and said, "If you're looking for that tan woman, don't bother. She left after dropping you off and paying for your room."

"Thank you," Alania said. She wasn't really surprised. She didn't think that warrior had come to the mine to rescue her. She just happened to find her.

"I want to at least tell her thank you. Do you know where she went?" Alania asked. The innkeeper hesitated. "Look kid, she's not exactly a role model. She drinks to much, starts bar fights, and...well there are other rumors. She's headed to Whiterun, but don't expect her to take you in."

Alania grabbed a few things from the inn and headed off to the city with an Imperial patrol.

The patrol seemed annoyed that she tagged along.

The soldiers were obviously not from Skyrim but it wasn't until a couple giantesses wandered onto the roadway that she realized how stupid they were. They raised weapons and attacked. When one giantess swung her club it sent the soldiers flying. One of their bodies slammed into Alania and sent her to the ground. In less than a minute all the soldiers were dead.

Alania was barely conscious as the giantess lifted her into the air. She was curious about this small human. The giantess had never seen human children before. Alania thought she noticed a look of pity before she blacked out.

She woke up in the giants camp. They were speaking an odd guteral language and seemed to be in some kind of debate. She slowly started to realize they were deciding whether to keep her or let her go.

After some time, they dispersed around the camp. One of the female giants walked over amd motioned toward the campfire and a pot of what looked like cheese. Alania took a whiff and her stomach growled. She reached in and ate some.

When night fell, Alania thought about running away but she looked around and had no clue where she was. She was in the wilderness but there were no cities or signs of civilization around. She realized as strange as it seemed, she was safer where she was.

She spent about a week at that camp before the giants and her moved to another. The climate at the new camp was a bit warmer than the last.

She was getting used to cooked skeever, wolf, and maybe goat. "I hope that was goat..."

There was a tent at this camp, which made Alania happy to not have to sleep on the dirt. She checked it out and it looked as if it had been used recently.

Early the next moring there was some commotion. One of the giants, the leader it seemed, snatched her out of a tent, said something, and placed her on a tall rock. She had heard it before and though it meant "safe."

A group of bandits were attacking the giants, they had coordination and surprise on their side. Alania started to worry about them actually winning. The giants were starting to feel like family. "Family? She thought. "When did that happen?"

The battle ended with a few swings of clubs. The bandits were sent scattering. Alania took some of their clothes to replace her tattered dress. That night, one of the female giants inspected Alania. They were treating her like family it seemed.

Over the next few days, the group discussed Alania. She could only tell because they would point at her. She could make out words that meant "tiny" , "sick" , and some question about foods. One of the giantesses looked at Alania like she had an idea.

That night, she placed Alania onto onto her chest and forced her head over her nipple. "Ow, what? What do... oh." They intended to nurse Alania back to health. They must have assumed her size was because she was sickly. There was no point trying to fight it, so Alania began suckling. The giantesses seemed pleased.

They continued to nurse her twice a day, once in the moring and once at night. "It doesn't taste bad," she thought. "All things considered, at least they are keeping me safe." This became the routine for the next several months as they traveled from camp to camp.

The giants continued to move through Skyrim at about a montly interval. All the giants seemd tense lately though. They drew out several shapes of what looked like dragons. They thought it was real enough that the female giants all took turns sleeping next to Alania. They really believed there were dragons around.

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