A new perspective

"See the Titan's arm? It's somewhere below that." Georgia pointed out to Yossarian, finger indicating to the 9km high, stone statue of titan. Of which Titan Georgia remained unsure, its size blocking the sun and casting a large shadow over the meadow which they travelled in.

It was always a landmark to which she found the slightest bit of interest, a standard for anything she was slightly bemused by.

"Fuckin aye, your father never mentioned anything of a petrified titan living nearby the town." Yossarian gasped, perplexed by the sight of the landmark. Georgia stared at him, eyebrows high.

"Never seen one of these before?" Georgia asked, again indicating towards the landmark, believing a mysterious and old man such as him would have seen one already in his life. He's an alchemist shouldn't he be well-versed in such phenomena's by now.

Unless he wasn't that very good of an alchemist. Georgia's eye's burrowed now staring into greater depth at Yossarian's appearance, eyes glancing over the beaten, worn black coat. The leather belt and attached satchel - the Morte as he called it - and a mysterious small cloth-covered object tied similarly to his waist, and that weird tattoo on his right arm. Too many unknowns hang around this man.

"Cannot say I have. Cannot say I even knew if one existed till now. Cannot say a lot of people knew such a site existed." Yossarian commentated, eyes measuring and noting in as much detail as he could of the far-away titan's features. "This does complicate matters."

Georgia's ear's pricked at his comment, "Do you think its related to the town's matter?" She asked flatly to mask her eagerness, a new sensation that she was still trying to get used to.

"Potentially, it all depends on a few matters. How close and what contact the village has to the titan. If the petrification spell is starting to wear off. Or if it's potentially leaking divine blood. If some of these are the matter..." Yossarian's voice drifting off into a moment of silence, provoking Georgia's attention to a greater level.

Yossarian mouthed the last words in a small breath, Georgia almost not hearing his words, their meaning sending a shiver down her spine, locking her legs in place. "... we have no hope of surviving this."

The two walked on in silence, Georgia's mind spinning at Yossarian's words, an unfound fear coming into realisation within her life. Yossarian, rubbing his chin, words tumbling from his mouth in an undetected silence, an involuntary silence that Georgia was happily unable to hear.

The two continued strolling that way until they arrived at the outskirts of the village.