You wonder what madness it was that drove you to this. You're here, hanging on for dear life to the shoelace of some guy you've never met before, wondering where all of this vomit is coming from. Filled with nerves, you only had a light breakfast, after all.
Still, the motion sickness isn't the worst of it. The fact that you don't know where you're going is. Or perhaps the fact that you're only just avoiding being slapped against the ground at evey footstep of the giant.
Perhaps this wasn't such a good idea. You've travelled a fair distance already, you reckon, so you must be nearer your objective than you were before. Is now the time to dismount?
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