Epilogue
The child awoke shivering. She had curled herself, in her sleep, into a tight ball that held what little heat she had as efficiently as possible. She had built herself a nest of snow, as she had been shown, but none of this much helped. Or perhaps it did. Perhaps, if not for these measures, she would have died in the night, the cold creeping slowly from her extremities and in towards her young heart until she took a final, shuddering breath without ever realizing it was her last.
Regardless, her whole body was gnarled now, her muscles so tight from clenching that her limbs refused to straighten. I am a giant, she told herself, though the small tusks protruding from her mouth suggested otherwise. I am a giant at heart, and a giant is never cold.
"Hyah!" she shouted, for the muscles of her lungs seemed the only ones willing to obey her command. It was a feeble shout, but it gave her strength and began to warm her from the inside out, as her mentor had promised it would.
She could have slept in a warming hut with the others. It was what any sensible little friend (this was the only word her mentor had ever used for those who were not goliaths, and so the only word she knew) would have done. The goliaths who had been kind enough to erect such shelters for the guests had expressed no small amount of concern for the orcish girl who had insisted on sleeping in the snow as they did.
"Hyah!" the shout was louder this time, echoing through the ancient peaks and startling nearby birds into taking wing. Warmth surged through her body now, so that she could straighten, stand, and stretch her tight muscles.
"Hyah!" answered a goliath voice, the speaker too distant to be seen. "Bright skies to you."
Only then did the girl realize just how bright the skies were.
"Shit!" she swore in her native tongue. Now heedless of the cold, she threw off the furs in which she had slept and forced her large arms through the sleeves of the uniform she'd been given. The dress blues of a Franco soldier was strange attire for a Luthic orc, but she had outright refused the floral dress the goliaths had offered. She despised frillery, and this had clearly been designed for a girl half her age, she being the size of a goliath child. After much pouting and bickering, Cora had come through with the compromise, offering up her own uniform which was small on the girl, who was a full-blooded orc, but aesthetically a better fit than the flowery dress.
It was also betting for running, climbing, and leaping, which was convenient, as she was surely very late. She bounded down the mountaintop toward the village below, with its rocky huts surrounding a stone circle at its center. Sure enough, she could see the others gathered there, the Quinchiat, the dwarves, the two half-orcs standing out amidst a sea of goliaths. The Northman stood nervously in the enter of the circle, whispering with her mentor's mother, the one who had insisted she wear the dress. The girl did not doubt that her absence was the object of their concern.
She practically flew down the cliff in her haste, hands and feet finding holds that would have been invisible to any other little friend. Her mentor had taught her well, and good that she had. This was the mentor's special day, and the girl refused to ruin it with her lateness.
"Lucagash!" the elder goliath snapped as the breathless girl entered the circle. "You are much-late!"
"On the contrary, Mother Olva," the girl insisted. "I am just in time."
"On time is much-late for a big-special day!" Olva grumbled, but she did not argue further, thrusting instead a collection of colorful pebbles into Luca's small hand. "I do hope you remember-"
"Scatter the stones when the Sky King gives his blessing," Luca brushed away the reminder. "You have told me many times."
"Many times you must be told!" Olva said, but before she could complain further, a booming voice split the sky like thunder.
"Brothers-in-battle, sisters-in-stone, guests-in-honor," bellowed Dag Sixtones. "Much thanks to you for joining Dag and Olva Sixstones in celebration of nuptials of beloved daughter Opalia. Especial much big thanks to guests-in-honor who have far-traveled to join us. Though we once much worried we had lost a daughter, we now with big gratitude find we have gained many little children."
The goliaths cheered heartily at this, though the brothers who had been trounced by these "guests-in-honor" were a bit less vocal than the rest.
"Are there any who would speak now in honored blessing of the union that soon will bind beloved daughter to new man-bear-son?"