A female brobdignag

You look up, and up, until you meet with the colosal eyes and face of a female brobdignag. She's got dark black hair, esmerald eyes, and very white skin, almost pale. However, is is the size of her chest that draws first you attention, until you quickly manage to focus; if you both were same-size, her chest would be big, yet not huge to the point of being disproportionate to her body. To you, they are the biggest mountains of flesh you have ever been witness too.

You try to not show any sigh of fear, more so for your own pride than anything else. She is huge, even for a brobdignag. And that size make your usual feeling of insignificance and helplessness all the more pronounced.

She looks down from above to you, and then, she lowers herself into a more manageable position for you to visualice. She is crouching, in a very firm position. She smiles, and a suprising gentle aura comes out from here. In a equally soft voice just like her lips, she speaks to you:

-"Hello, I see that you were alone. Do you want to work with me?"-

You do not answer inmediatly: both her actions and aura have left you stunned. With a suprising effort, you ask:

-"why...did you crouched?"-

-"Well, I have learned that this makes you more confortable to talk to me. You know, because you are not talking to a living building as much."- she anwered, in a very calm tone.

Her smile, her presences, her very act, it suprises you. Yet, you remember something: she asked you if you would accept to work with her.

You slap yourself a little for being distracted, and then say:

-"Oh sorry, I had forgot to answer you question. I would like to work with you. After all, we both stand a better chance together."-

You tone is very energetic, wich suprises you. More so, because you are talking to a giant like it was nothing. Perhaps is due to her; she emanates "safety", "no danger" to you. Somehow.

The girl's smile widens just a tiny bit, and with her tone unchange, she says:

-"Great. and you are correct: together, we stand a better chance. At least in relation to the extra puntuation."-

She giggles a little after this, wich provokes a very tiny chucle out of you. What is going on! you ask in your head.

A few seconds pass, before she ask a new question:

"Now, we need to go to the library. Would you like me to carry you, or would you prefer to go in the standard way?"-

Well, that is quite a question. And one that puts your head "gears" into motion: on one hand, the "standard" way is the one you are familiar with, and probably the most confortable one. On the other, there is something within you that want to go with her. Perhaps you would like the experience.