He was an awkward giant, and many were probably grateful that Hope had appeared when she did. If only to save them from the terrible sight that was his dancing. He stilled, entranced by the goddess and her words. His heart warmed at the thought that they had done this. They had awoken her and helped the world. He could not help the small smile that curled his velvet lips. He watched the two gods interact, noting the stiffness of Kis. It would seem this would take some getting used to.
He was no aware of his pain, and was too far away to see much of anything. But he did see his ball of hope suddenly bump into his rump. Leaving its mark as it merged with him. He inspected. It was a curious shape. A tower with a dragon perched atop it. Anlters sprouted beneath while ivy framed the image. He had no idea why the piece of hope had selected this to be its form. Was there some purpose behind its selection, or was this a random rendition? What ever the case, he quite liked it.
"Talk."
I may not be the most important person in your life.
I just hope when you hear my name,
You smile and say "That's my friend!"
The Pinnacle
