"I still can't get light to work properly," Stephanie groused, riding on the shoulder of the giant.
Ty looked sidelong at the camera-wielding pixie perched beside his ear. "At least you have a proper job! My company's more than halfway to collapse and they're two weeks behind in paying us. They're busy paying lawyers instead over that last pipeline break."
Stephanie tuned out the complaints as Ty hiked across the vast grassland, carrying her along. Mesas of brown stone jutted up like blocks of clay from the green. "Here's a good spot," she said.
She adjusted the camera bag she wore and jumped off of Ty's shoulder. She went down, down forty feet to mossy earth. Even after a month of being six inches tall and having wings, the scale of the world and the act of falling safely still thrilled her. Cold wind rushed through her blue hair and the world seemed to grow as she reached the ground. She landed on all fours, stood, and grinned way up at her armored warrior friend. He'd made hi