"Terror, terror, tragedy,
And lives offered to entropy.
Sorrows rise, and death sustains,
And autumn's song, eternal reigns."
Caw. Caw. Caw.
The near silent air of the desolate landscape was shattered by the sounds of... a young lady's mocking voice. And... birds. Birds? Had there been such little creatures about while the giantess rampaged? Why wouldn't they have run off during the chaos she'd sown, if so? And if not... when did they get there? Indeed, the birds-- crows, it seemed-- seemingly were quite at home near the resting giantess, not perched, but flying about... circling the area. It was an odd sight-- perhaps they were drawn to the scent of death? The commotion, the screams?
"Scrambles and screams and really big things, are not the song that autumn sings. Such potent sorrow's sure to bring word to my dearest autumn king... And stoke his wanderlust once more; Best I deal with you, before."
The voice on the wind grew louder, as if it drew closer-- yet there was nobody near to the giantess. Well, no one but the birds, who continued to fly and flock above her resting form, juuuuuust out of reach. They seemed... unnaturally high up. For a giantess, it should've been a simple thing to grasp something from the sky, surely, but... why were they flying so high?