Blake looked up to notice that the girl who almost stomped on him was a familiar Hispanic figure: brown hair, slightly-tanned skin, brown tank top, black yoga pants...
"Neva!" Blake realized. "She's always fearless when it counts! Maybe she can help me get to Aria!" With that, the tiny mage began yelling and waving for the giantess's attention.
Neva stopped her walk through the hallway for a moment as she thought she heard tiny noises. Kinda like...screaming? She looked down toward the floor, and her reaction was surprising...
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