The end of another day was near. The sun sat on the horizon, playing with light and shadow on both sky and sea. Baezel sat on the shore, longing for the days before the giant, when she could have enjoyed such a spectacle.
Then, something stirred from Heugoulous, the giant's island. What sounded like a windstorm, he was evacuating his lungs. Waves began to grow, the tide was coming in. Baezel turned to Ixion, the pixie and pointed out rising water.
The magik in the lungs of the giant had produced a rolling wave of beautiful unicorns, who dissapeared before touching land. Ixion was not impressed. "Did you see? The power and wonder! The giant must know we're here." Baezel exclaimed.
Ixion ran a stick along the sand, then turned to Baezel and asked, "Would you please shut the fuck up?"