"May as well be speakin' to a brick wall with you, sprout." That is what Juno's father, Solanus, had said when he found her hot on his heels during his trek to his worksite for the day. It was a rare sight for his daughter not to be beside him, eager to explore the forest while he tore trees from the earth with his bare hands and chopped them down for processing in town. The massive man was built, in simple terms, like a brick shithouse — all muscle and broad shoulders, eight feet tall, with a hearty belly that spoke of a fondness for drink and skin tanned by the sun. His daughter, though young, already stood over six feet — small, he said, for a half-giant, but she still had time to grow.
Juno laughed. "And you keep doing it, Pa! I'm not going far anyway, so don't worry. I just gotta see if any of my traps sprung." She had set a few out in the woods — simple rope snares and leaf covered pitfalls meant to catch rabbits, or if she was lucky, a deer.
Solanus waved a gloved hand as he disappeared into the brush, fitting his leather gloves tighter as he went. "Be careful, Juno. If anything happens, your mother'll have my head on a pike outside the shop."
That made her laugh harder. He wasn't wrong — Diana, for all her small human frame, would absolutely find a way to make good on that threat if anything happened to their only child. Luckily, Juno knew what she was doing — and Solanus knew it too.
With her father set to work, Juno wandered deeper into the woods. At first she walked in silence, but the birdsong and chipmunk chatter started to bore her fast. So, she began to sing — a tale of a girl lost in the forest, hunted by a wolf. Of how it tricked her, how she outsmarted it, and how, despite her bravery, the beast still devoured her grandmother in the end. Odd choice of song in the middle of the woods, but Juno had never been afraid of wolves.
The snapping of twigs didn't alarm her — but the sudden yelp did. She spun, blonde hair whipping over her shoulder, and bolted toward the sound. It had been loud, maybe even big — a deer, perhaps? They always made strange noises when caught.
Imagine her surprise when she stumbled into a clearing to find not a deer, but a man in black tangled in her trap. Juno stopped a few feet away, a small handaxe hanging loosely at her side.
"Uh..." she snorted. "Never caught a man before. You good?" Clearly, he was not. And she was definitely laughing.
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Date: 2025-10-20 06:54 pm (UTC)From:Juno laughed. "And you keep doing it, Pa! I'm not going far anyway, so don't worry. I just gotta see if any of my traps sprung." She had set a few out in the woods — simple rope snares and leaf covered pitfalls meant to catch rabbits, or if she was lucky, a deer.
Solanus waved a gloved hand as he disappeared into the brush, fitting his leather gloves tighter as he went. "Be careful, Juno. If anything happens, your mother'll have my head on a pike outside the shop."
That made her laugh harder. He wasn't wrong — Diana, for all her small human frame, would absolutely find a way to make good on that threat if anything happened to their only child. Luckily, Juno knew what she was doing — and Solanus knew it too.
With her father set to work, Juno wandered deeper into the woods. At first she walked in silence, but the birdsong and chipmunk chatter started to bore her fast. So, she began to sing — a tale of a girl lost in the forest, hunted by a wolf. Of how it tricked her, how she outsmarted it, and how, despite her bravery, the beast still devoured her grandmother in the end. Odd choice of song in the middle of the woods, but Juno had never been afraid of wolves.
The snapping of twigs didn't alarm her — but the sudden yelp did. She spun, blonde hair whipping over her shoulder, and bolted toward the sound. It had been loud, maybe even big — a deer, perhaps? They always made strange noises when caught.
Imagine her surprise when she stumbled into a clearing to find not a deer, but a man in black tangled in her trap. Juno stopped a few feet away, a small handaxe hanging loosely at her side.
"Uh..." she snorted. "Never caught a man before. You good?" Clearly, he was not. And she was definitely laughing.