[X] ...used the giant to flee. She doesn't know what it is, but she wants no part in it.
Ultimately, Taylor came out here to the middle of nowhere to test her power without witnesses.
Letting herself be seen here in any way, shape or form was a failure.
The giant shifted, holding out his palm, seemingly already anticipating her action and moved to help her onto his shoulder.
"Get us away from here, please. Don't let us be seen by whatever that," she pointed in the general direction the approaching noise was, "is."
Fwoosh!
With a powerful burst of motion, the giant was propelled into the air.
For the briefest of moments, a handful of frames of her vision, she saw several grey shadows clearing the moving towards where they had been before whatever she was seeing became indistinct parts of the forest.
It had been two days since the girl had returned to her place of education after the weekly break, and she was not doing well, in the shadow's own, insignificant opinion.
Every day that she went to gather with her age peers, she seemed more and more stressed.
It was easy to pinpoint the source of it.
The birdgirl.
The problem.
That was the source of the girl's stress.
The shadow would crush the annoyance into a fine pink paste with nary a word, no, a gesture from the girl. A slight nod was all that was needed. Alas, she had yet to give any indication that she would prefer the birdgirl to be violently removed from existing. As such, there was little the shadow could do to directly relieve the girl of the source of her distress.
Currently the girl was sitting in front of a glowing box- a computer, frantically searching for something.
She kept muttering about formal casual.
She'd been at it for nearly three hours since her education for the day had ended.
Eventually she willed it into existence, the shadow barely able to fit in the room it was summoned in, having to slouch so its head didn't break through the ceiling.
"I-I think she meant business casual? Maybe?"
The girl made a distressed noise in the back of her throat.
"What does formal casual even mean?!" The girl threw her hands up in the air in exasperation. "Is it business casual? Is it smart casual? It's not business formal, I don't think. I hope not. Damn, I hope it's not formal… there are so many kinds of formal." She leaned back in the chair she was seated in, until she was looking at him upside down.
"I got asked out and I don't even know what I'm supposed to dress as." Her eyes shut. "I can't ask her what she meant… I-I don't want to look stupid. Stupider."
The shadow would kill anyone that called her stupid if allowed.
"Maybe… maybe formal casual is a thing? I just can't find anything on it online. Like at all."
She sighed.
"I wish I could ask someone about it." She leaned forward on the chair, the front two legs clacking on the hardwood floor. "I can't ask Joanna... she said she doesn't know anything about dating and, uh, I don't think she knows anything about dress codes. I'm pretty sure she would kill anyone who suggested she wear anything she didn't want to." The girl's head tilted. "Except maybe her mom."
The girl was quiet for a moment.
"Actually…" there was more life to her voice than before, or at least more energy. "She might know what formal casual is. Maybe. I could ask her? I do have her phone number…"
She fiddled with the metal-glass rectangle for nearly a few minutes- squiggles appearing on it as her fingers danced across it and then disappearing as she kept holding a finger to a single spot.
The girl gave a heavy sigh and just stared at the device.
"I could ask dad."
The admission came out whisper-quiet, yet the shadow heard it all the same.
"It'd mean I'd have to tell him I have a date. With a girl. Or that I have a date. I love him, but, maybe… he shouldn't know? Until I figure out…"
She started to mumble half-words that might mean something if the shadow could hear the parts not verbalize.
"This sucks."
[] Ask Miss Alyssa for help. Taylor doesn't really know her well, but she seems nice? Pretty knowledgeable? Downside; it's your other friend's mom.
[] Talk to Dad. It's going to make it awkward, very awkward and he might not know what the hell formal casual is, but at least it won't leave the between the two of them. Downsides; it's dad. He might be very unhappy about you dating someone he hasn't met yet. Or that you don't know where you are going. Or a lot of things, honestly. He might also forbid Taylor from going on the date.
[] Wing it. Taylor doesn't know what formal casual is, but, like, smart casual is probably it, right? Right? She totally won't have a complete panic attack about this. Not at all.
Author's Note: What was in the forest?
Good question, Taylor is still wondering; she'd like to know, too. Forever only know it was many and grey.
I will remind everyone that Taylor is a fifteen year old girl who has their first date.
To her this is kind of a big deal.
Anywho, I have a… tentative plan for each option if it wins. Hopefully.
There is one option that will be a complete trainwreck in some way, shape or form if it wins. I'm rooting for it with the detachment of someone wanting to see said train derail…
This actually finally touched on something I've been meaning to have happen for a while; Taylor talking at her power. Originally the quest was going to be entirely from the giant's POV, but it was really hard to do that in the beginning. Oh well.
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