#odyssey

"I'm hiding from your eyes, but not your keen nose, Quetz. Do you need to rest more? We're doing A Sneak."

"Hey, I can see you."

"But... like.. glass?"

"recovered... damn, lovecraft killed the chicken before I could" Quetz seems annoyed

"Kinda, right? Let's see how it looks under sunlight." A soft sound of disappointment. "Aren't you still filled with Svarts?"

"Yes, but rooster was annoying"

A hand presses down on the blanket, showing the Snake where he is, so he can climb on.

"Course, that means maybe he can see us..." She gets up. "Let's go outside."

And on he climbs

and they go outside... folks don't seem to see them at ALL!

Following after Dagmar, worried that the glassy effect will be hard to see if she get too far out of sight!

But they still see glassy each other

GRIN.

Symon suspects taht the invisible can see the invisible in this setting.

Which means the giant can see them, but they can see him

And glassy is still better tahn just obvious

"Might doesn't have to mean Fight. We got more in us than a sneak and a smash. We're wise guys, too. Here, I'll show you the way.... let's hope big guy is sleeping." Sunlight shining through him... Symon has never looked so bright before.

And they begin to sneak.. oh mad ninja skills. Up the hill...and...

Dagmar follows Symon's lead.

As they enter Gulgar's domain

Symon has gone silent, but points out as they pass. Here, a heelmark. There, a broken branch showing how high the giant seemed to pass.

A quiet nod of understanding. She's alert, defensive - but trusting her friend's lead, here.

They hear snoozing somewhere... oh, wait.. a grass angel of immense size. As they don't close in on it, they're slipping up to the hill top.. unless they want to change targets?

Dagmar silently mouths 'Good lord."

But no - up the hill!

IT's odd to feel.. tiny.. yet Dagmar does

He gazes at the sleeping indent... for a moment he thinks... no, that's not honorable. I mean, Dagmar wouldn't find that honorable. And up they go!

It should be noted this is an excellent way to tell how tall an Invisible Giant is.... you know, in case anyone was wondering

And up they go... to the top of the hill. Dagmar may not see herself as Agile, but she's climbed plenty

And Symon can whisper the best path for handholds

Symon does - showing her carefully, knowing that his fingers stick and hers may not!

He will even haul up Flyswatter, as he clings effortlessly to the side of the rock - if that is easier for Dagmar.

Though, it may rest easily on her back after all.

Flyswatter has a holster across her back, which leaves her hands free.

But she does need to take more care for handholds - she's stronger, but she's also heavier.

"I've checked the rocks for weaknesses... here should be safe... and here..."

And to the top of the waterfall area, where the stream comes from, they see it, the rocks and boulders above which might landslide and divert the stream or block it period

"Yeah, I think we can do this..."

A soft sigh. "Almost sad to see it go. But as long as he's here, it's not like anyone else can enjoy it." And he points out with a glassy finger. "If you lever at this gap here... I think it will all topple down, and... no pool, no moonlight glimmer, no magic sauce."

"Yeah. kind of a shame... but, like, something small might be able to get in where a giant couldn't."

He brightens a little. "Yeah."

She takes Flyswatter, using the shaft as a lever.

He steps aside, and holds up his hands to his ears... might be loud. "We may need to be ready to run..."

Nod!

Dagmar's might is as ten horses straining! Her heart like ten times ten wolves howling defiance! Mighty is Dagmar! And with the guilefully earned lore of Symon the Denier, boon comrade to her, she knows just where to apply her might! DOWN DOWN the rocks and soil tumble! Crack clash go the boulders!

And the stream cut off from sun, gutters into the heart of the mountain to find other egress if escape it ever does.

ANd a giant, wakened by the noise , rises, and Gulgar yells "NO!"

Even as he, and Symon, turn visible, for their invisiblity was not a blessing of boots, but of the spring!

His eyes squished shut and ears held against the booms.... he peeks as the dust settles - can he still see the glassy images? Or did the magic... aha!

"I THOUGHT that might happen...." He whispers!