Note: This chapter is about rest. So rest; you deserve to relax from time to time. Don't be too hard on yourself. Try to enjoy the little things.
Melenai Curlhorn–a daughter of a line of sages known to serve giants as their advisor. From ancient times, her blood had helped chart the course of mortal history. Residing over the shoulders of giants, they were amongst the few whose influence had far surpassed their battle prowess.
Blessed with a tongue that could turn their very words into power, her ancestors had lived a life full of purpose in their service to the giants. Sketching the contour of known problems and further outlining ways to deal with them–that was the essence of the Curlhorn name. It was…
Hollowed from the inside out, the girl, last of her name, sits at the edge of the glassed wall. Away from all distractions, she peered into the sky and thought to herself.
