_What do you want with me Dhalia?
Gigantinhus interrupted, introducing himself impatiently.
_Sorry Gigantinhus, I didn't realize you had already arrived. I was talking to Krishaliam.
_I know, Krisha. But what do you want with me?
_Can you tell me what you think of our friend?
_Yes, she is very beautiful and... I mean, she is...
Gasped Gigantinhus, feeling ashamed of that spontaneous declaration he made.
_Say what you think of her Gigantinhus.
So for the first time since she was talking to Gih Dhalia, Krisha raised her head in order to look at her face, but Rhaór's strong rays prevented her.
_She, despite being presumptuous and thinking herself the emperor's own daughter, is very beautiful. Her beauty rivals the giant princesses of my dreams. And it's a shame she's not a giantess.
