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Maurine scowled at herself. Why did she have to make such an embarrassing noise when a giant stepped close to her? She pushed onward through the afternoon crowd, new artsupplies in hand. She wished Meg was there; she was better at maneuvering crowds. The architecture in Bergen was beyond what even he had seen in books. To see each and every collumn, each masterpiece of innovative beauty built to house both humans and giants alike only served to bring awe to the short haired man, his dark hair a mess of curls set against alabaster skin. The look in his green eyes never ceased to be one of soft, intellectual awe as he analyzed bits and bobs of