[Talk - Gugalanna]
As a six-foot-four stick person, I was used to towering over people, but… not usually by this much. Even with her magnificent mane, she barely came up to my waist. The tiny girl with the horned mask easily compensated for her height, though, with a metric ton of muscle and a voice like a foghorn.
She rattled her name and title off with the rapidity of a sportscaster. El Toro del Cielo… the Bull of Heaven… from the Epic of Gilgamesh??
Two people recognized my name in one day?! So she really was interested in ancient literature… But it didn’t seem like this Bull of Heaven was in the mood for a leisurely conversation about Sumerian mythology.
Her firey glare bored through my skull, and her hands balled up into tiny, dangerous fists.
Thankfully, she snorted and slammed her fist into the wall instead. Was that… a dent in solid steel? Holy cow I could have died.
Gugalanna continued her tirade as she plodded off down the hallway. I didn’t know that much Spanish, but whatever she was saying sounded very, uh, explicit. If our kidnapper ever shows their face, they’re going to have a fight on their hands…
… El Timeo, huh? I’ve definitely had worse nicknames.