On a 10+, Dorothy will do what you want, remove a CONSEQUENCE

⚄ ⚄ + 3 - 1 = 12.

When you ENCOUNTER Dorothy the Porter, On a 10+, she does what you want. On a 10+, remove your CONSEQUENCE instead of taking +1 Forward.

(You have 1 XP).

You don't really know how long it is while you wait for Moonface to do her thing. Her friend who stays with you chatters nervously. It seems the scarecrow girl's name is Morgan, and Moonface's name is Fay. Morgan opens your bag. Bold of her, but maybe she's not expecting a first-year's baggage to be magically alarmed. You idly wonder if that's allowed here. She pulls out your cloak and lays it down atop hers. Your bare bum is now covered. You suppose that's probably a good thing. The shingly stones of the shore under you feel increasingly uncomfortable. The numbness is going away.

You still feel bone-weary from your panicked swim in the Chilly Tarn, so you're content to wait for now.

Morgan burbles a bit and some time passes.

You hear the grinding rattle of big wheels on the graveled path.

"WELL, WELL, WELL, WHAT HAVE WE HERE?" a brassy female voice echoes off the slopes of Boarbristle Bluff. You hear a little crackle as your ears take the pressure of her voice.

You look up to see scarecrow Morgan and moonfaced Fay holding their hands to their ears.

"AH, Sorry. Forgot myself!" Still loud, but not deafening.

Dorothy the Porter is a giantess. Not a GIANT giantess, but too big for her full stature to fit any regular house ceiling or bed you've ever seen, and broad of build, with tree-trunk limbs and prominently curved hips, bust, and belly. She wears a belted tunic and vest with the Boarbristle colors, but her uniform ends below her waist. From her shaggy mound of Venus past thick thighs and callused knees down to her great big feet, she is completely bare. Her red-gold head hair is as shaggy as her mound, and her face is square and big-boned. She's pulling a roughly built wooden cart large enough to seat a small boatful of students or enough baggage for a few more.

"Poor dear, you must be SO COLD," Dorothy says.

You try to nod, but mostly your teeth chatter.

"GIRLS," Dorothy addresses Morgan and Fay. "You're to get yourselves up to school. I AM taking this poor frozen waif myself. Now SCOOT, girls, you have things to do."

Morgan and Fay pick up their baggage, looking unhappy to have to carry so much up the hill.

"LITTLE HAND CARTS IN THE SHED," Dorothy trumpets helpfully.

As the two Minervals prepare to do their own portering, Dorothy turns you into a luggage project.

"Easier to leave the big cart, I'll just carry you," she says.

Dorothy loosens her belt and tucks you inside her tunic against her belly and bosom like a babe in arms. She belts it more tightly underneath to hold you. Your head rests against the softly leathery skin between her neck and breasts. She scoops up your bag in one hand and starts trudging up the crushed-rock path slanting up the bluff toward Boarbristle Academy.

"Ah, poor little dear," she says. Her voice isn't the dungeon-deep bass you might expect from a giant, but more a resonant middle brass, with an undertone you feel vibrating through your chest. "So cold. I try to be at the landing at start of term so they don't get up to such mischief. But a porter can't be everywhere at once."

The heat of Dorothy's body seeps through the naked touch of skin to skin. As your body comes alive after the numbing cold, your joints and muscles start complaining of pain. You're sure there are scratches and bruises from hauling yourself out on the rocky shore. Your knees, hands, and fingers especially feel scratched and scraped.

Dorothy's long barefoot strides eat up the hill-climb. The sounds of Morgan and Fay struggling with their hand carts fade behind you. Dorothy's tunic holds you snugly, but you bounce up and down a little with each stride.

"You're warming up nicely dear," Dorothy says. "How do you FEEL?" Her accustomed brassy loudness is creeping back into her voice.

"A little cold. Stinging tingles, aches, and scrapes," you say.

"CAN you feel all your TOES?" she asks.

You wiggle them against Dorothy's belly. She laughs as it tickles her, shaking you all through.

"Yes," you answer.

"If you feel HURT we should take you to the INFIRMARY," Dorothy says. "Or if you are in a HURRY I can take you to your HOUSE. Do you know your HOUSE?"

"Leontes," you say.

"Very GOOD," Dorothy says. "But after a dip in the Chilly Tarn, I trow you'll feel best with a bath."

You look at Dorothy's face from close up, remembering your text on Physiology, Physiognomy, and Anatomy of the Great and Little Peoples. Something about the brow, the chin...?

"AH, you SEE," Dorothy says. Her voice is wistful. "M'only a HALF giant. Me Da were a WIZARD. HORNY old goat with a letch for just about anything with woman parts, but especially giantesses. Me Ma were just the same for anything with a prick, but she was built too small for her suitors. Right drove her mad until Da came calling. Dunno how they managed to make a BABY, but here I am. They stayed together twenny years for me, and Da brought me along when he started teaching here. Ma finally found a gentleman giant built more moderately 'tween his legs. So now I have LITTLE brothers half again me height. And I have the SAME problem me Ma had. Always READY for a tumble but too big for the little folk, and too little for the big folk. Ah, I forgot. Woolgathering. What's your name, dear girl?"

"Golondrina Redmoor," you say. "Do I call you Porter? Miss Dorothy?"

Dorothy's laughter shakes you inside and out.

"BLESS you," she says. "Such a SWEET girl you are. Boarbristle tries to be so EVER formal. PUFFED up little pigeons. DOROTHY is good. PORTER if you needs my for my JOB." She wrinkles her brow. "REDMOOR. Ma knew some Redmoors somehow. Ah well. A GOOD sign I suppose."

Dorothy trudges up to the top of the bluff.

"WELL dear, this is where we'd TURN. If you'll COME with me for a BATH, I'll SCRUB you all over GOOD and make you TEA after. I don't get much COMPANY. You won't even have to UNDRESS. But I'll not take it ill if you want to get to your HOUSE. You've just ARRIVED, dear. And if you're really HURTING, let me take you to the INFIRMARY. Nurse will take GOOD care of you."

Pressed against Dorothy's bosom under her tunic, there's no mistaking that her fist-size nipples are swelling with arousal. Her ponderously slow heartbeat quickens. You're sure that just as she says, she's ready for a tumble. And she's offering it to you. You blink at the prospect. What would she want from you? Use your hands on her, you suppose. And one of her fingers...one of her fingers would make a fine stand-in, in size and shape, for a nicely-endowed man's member. Dorothy must be well aware of that very resemblance. Her fingernails are trimmed carefully, short and smooth.

"Golondrina DEAR," Dorothy says. "What do you say?"

Options for a next move:

• (Choose to keep the CONSEQUENCE and take +1 Forward). Go to the Infirmary. Describe how Dorothy gives you to the Nurse. Roll GET OUT OF THE INFIRMARY (+Bravery), taking +1 forward, -1 for your CONSEQUENCE. (2d6 + 3).
• Go to House Leontes and roll an ENCOUNTER (+your value for their House Trait == Bravery, +3) with the Master of House, House Tutor, or another House member to help get you settled. Roll 2d6 + 3, or 2d6 + 5 for your FRIEND, the Master of House.
• Go to Dorothy's hut and take a bath with the lusty half-giantess who's Boarbristle's Porter. Roll (+House Trait == Bravery, +3), to HAVE SEX with Dorothy (2d6 +3).
• Somewhere else? Narrate a scene and your destination.

You have 1 XP.