<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/b8/Kamiki_Kitsune_by_transfuse.jpg)</div>Sweetwater<br/><br/>Cheery whistling drifted down the hall.  A sleek giantess followed the tune through the door, fiery hair bouncing around her shoulders with the exuberance of her step.  Over seven feet tall, the hard bodied girl carried none of the grim clouds of weighty concerns that haunted so many of her peers.  Yes, Sweetwater had seen some of the horrors people could wreak upon each other in her time with the institute.  She'd fought the good fight, bled so that others didn't have too, and carried her share of nightmares.  Somehow it never really got her down, though.  While others girded on their armor for a grim battle ahead, Sweetwater spoke cheerfully of the new places they'd see and new recipes she'd learn.<br/><br/>“I hope I’m not late,” the redhead sing-songed. She held up a tray covered in seaweed wraps of raw salmon and good rice with spices.  “I was trying out this recipe I picked up.  Anyone want some?  We might not have much time to eat after.”   She offered the tray to the smaller folk.  “I'm Sweetwater if you didn't know.”<br/><br/>One might expect that the giantess had come down wearing a white chef's outfit and wielding nothing more offensive than a rolling pin.  In truth, the sleek women rarely wore anything more than her chain mail bikini top and skirt, with high boots and some jewelry—all of it enchanted. She donned an apron over it too cook if you ever saw her in the kitchens.  The heavy falchion—looking better suited to a true giant than a girl little over seven feet tall—was ever nearby and ever ready, currently slung across her back.