"Dolls?" asked a puzzled Sora. He knows himself that he's no doll and come to think of it the idea of using dolls as a weapon to conjure magic is unheard of for Sora. Still it might be better for him to remain still rather than bring unwanted attention to himself. The dark haired woman continues on her route and carries Sora the same way that she holds the dolls she mentioned earlier. By pressing him slightly against the fur portion of her dress which is quite close to her massive breasts. Picking up on his position Sora can't help but feel a natural curiosity. He's still young and by all means does have an instinct that wants him to learn more about a woman's body, it's just that he hasn't had time what with all the saving the world incidents that he gets dragged into. Thinking about such things makes Sora's face turn slightly reddish with with a blush.

The woman eventually makes it through the forest and stops on top of a hill and from that hill Sora can look down to see a village. Apparently this is where the woman is headed is what Sora figures considering the way she gazes down at the islander village and after a moment saying "I am almost there." Turning to her right helps Sora see a downward route that leads to the village. The woman continues on while Sora tries his best to keep up his act.

Almost as soon as she started down the hill towards the village a most unusual creature stepped forth to block out the woman's path. It looked like a gelatinous blue slime ball with a red core and red eyes as well."It seems it won't let me pass with ease." Pressing Sora against her chest with a bit more strength the woman prepares for her fight. Wanting to end the fight quickly she raises her free hand in the air and focuses. However nothing happens. Feeling confused she says "What's going on?" right before her attention focuses on the monster that presented itself in front of her. Seeing it preparing to attack makes the woman attempt to defend herself by wrapping her arms around herself. The flan launches a water based attack all around the woman that successfully hits the target while getting her a little wet. Hearing the woman react by screaming slightly in pain makes Sora feel a little bad since because of him, she was left open. He also feels the woman fall to the ground.

Not exactly in a happy mood after being assaulted, the woman quickly gets up. Places Sora in between the multiple belts on her skirt near the part with her left thigh is exposed and draws out a moogle doll. From there she wastes no time and conjures up her magic yet again. This time the woman's spell works without failure and Sora has a front row seat to witness the demise of that creature. From the air directly above the monster a large thunderbolt comes down and strikes the creature down. Judging by the unusual size of the magical attack Sora says under his breath "She must be a little mad..." All that remains of the monster are a few insect like floating spots of light that disappear in the air after a few moments.

The woman puts her doll away. Her attention is yet again brought to the doll she found earlier as Sora feels her fingers beginning to pull him out of the sea of belts that make out her skirt. Being held between her thumb and forefinger while on the air makes it a bit hard to stay still, but Sora does his best. The woman's crimson eyes study Sora's form quite carefully with a serious gaze. Beginning to get nervous Sora can feel himself sweating if only slightly on the top of his own scalp. Without saying a word the woman positions Sora in the same position as before as if he was one of her dolls. In a matter of moments the woman enters her village and quickly heading to the right she enters her own house.

The house is a bit small, but private and kind of cozy from what Sora can see. The woman brings down the sheet to close the door. This doesn't make the house go dark as the clarity of the sun still pierces through many parts of the house. The woman grabs Sora and places him on a table that isn't too high while she takes a seat on a comfortable chair in front of the table while placing a hand on her forehead as if to think.

After some minutes of reposing herself on her chair the dark haired and clothed giantess finally has come to a conclusion about her new doll and that's....