This choice: Hilda dozes off, forcing Claude to scale her body to get her attention. • Go Back... His cries went unheard by the massive layabout, as, much to the dismay of Claude- Hilda's yawn preluded her near immediate venture into the realm of dreams. A rather Earth quaking rumble shook the representative of the Golden Deer viciously as he tried to keep his footing from atop the massively lazy girl's leg. Accompanying which was a quiet hum, whispered from the distant lips of his comrade.
"Oh, you've got to be kidding me!" Claude exaggeratedly sighed, shaking his head in disappointment. "Is she trying to compete with Lindhart?"
In truth, the speed at which she had reached such a sound slumber would have impressed the young deerling had it not been for the unfortunate situation he found himself in. Were he at normal size he supposed he would have silently applauded her… for at least 30 seconds before banging all the pots and pans he could carry from the monastery kitchen. So easily could he have woken her slumbering form on any day prior to today. Yet now, Claude stood no larger than a pathetic ant. It would be no small feat to awaken the comparable Titan, especially from her feet. The future leader of the alliance grappled silently with his options, limited as they were, before deciding he would have to rely on his own ingenuity rather than luck to attain Hilda's unknowing attention.
This meant he needed to brew quite a scheme, naturally…
Claude eyed the lengthy trail of Hilda's surprisingly toned leg before him. It was easily one of the longest bridges he'd ever thought to pass over. He knew it would prove quite arduous of a trek, to say nothing of the possibility she might move in her sleep. Before he could even think to wake her up, he needed to cross the perilous road presented to him. There was no choice, unless he wished to sleep this night atop the desk she had settled her boot clad feet upon. But then that was hardly a choice.
"Better get started then…" Claude shrugged unfazed before setting his first foot forward.
For the most part his journey towards Hilda's distant torso was less than interesting. Unexpectedly so considering the anything but ordinary circumstances surrounding the shrunken victim of hubris. That is until he reached the end of her leather shoe. Claude hopped casually from the slightly risen black flooring he had grown somewhat accustomed to, landing on a plane if indigo cloth. Now this of course was nothing intriguing at all, the fact that Hilda wore these knee-high socks wasn't exactly some forbidden knowledge after all. No, what was worthy of note was the giga girl's reaction to the sudden feeling of Claude's own miniature boots digging into her kneecap.
For as undetectable as he'd expected his steps to be, Claude's miniscule jump somehow had registered in Hilda's resting mind. Not knowing of the danger looming just over the horizon, Claude merely continued to tread with the same amount of caution as before. He had no reason to suspect she was about to react to the presence of a bug such as he. And yet, as if to thwart his self preserving plans, she did.
It all happened in an instant. Claude was knocked to his own knees as his legs turned to a viscous liquid, unable to remain firmly planted any longer. The monolithic limbs of his lackadaisical compatriot twisted like pretzels in aggravation of their impeded relaxation. Lifting up and falling down, they rubbed against one another to itch the irritant fawn. It was all Claude had in him just to hold on to Hilda's silky leggings with his hastily fastened grip. All the while her quiet and peaceful snoring exited unhindered in the distance. The leader of the Golden Deer grunted exasperatedly with each swift movement of her legs as they wove together like a tapestry. He had ridden untamed wyvern less ferocious than Hilda's enormous and threatening legs!
"Delicate as a flower my- oh… oh no!" Claude yelped as he noted that the leg opposing his own was now exciting right towards him. Helplessly he reacted instinctually, releasing his grip on Hilda's stocking only to be...   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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