Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-23929867-20140818020717/@comment-7497475-20140819101735

Ducking under the door frame, Gris Géant stepped out past the airship. He easily towered over the people around him, some of them shuffling away quickly when they walked by. He was used to it now, not caring much about their reactions. His size and the large tusks protruding from his head drew a good deal of attention. Someone pushed past him, Gris reacting by giving them a light nudge with his arm. Without waiting to see if they took offense, he checked that Solid Thumper hadn't moved around on his back. Finding that it wasn't about to knock anyone in the head as he walked, Gris stretched out his arms and walked towards Beacon. The buildings were huge, even to his perspective.

"What a queer feeling. A giant made to a mouse."

Pondering the unfamiliar feeling of being small, he tromped on.