Azura started to get excited as the footsteps became louder, believing it was Corrin, and kept singing. Since the only ones present through the entire journey had been her and Corrin, she didn't even consider that the noise was coming from someone else. In the distance, she could see a figure getting closer and closer. She was overjoyed, but she did not move towards them, knowing that she wouldn't get very far on her tiny legs. Instead she was patient, singing to guide the giant.

As the giant got closer and closer, Azura started to notice something was amiss. The figure seemed a bit stockier than she remembered Corrin was. Then she saw his long, brown robes. At this point her song stopped, the tiny woman realizing it was not Corrin approaching but a stranger. Assuming ill intent, she panicked, looking around.

I need to escape! The tiny Azura knew she stood no chance of running away, but perhaps she could hide? Part of the wall was protruding, possibly far out enough for her to conceal her two-inch tall body. Running to the side, she took cover. Pressing herself as tightly as she could against the wall, she tried to calm down. She took slower breaths, trying to be as quiet as possible.

The footsteps got louder and louder. A huge brown boot descended from above, mere inches away from the tiny singer. She tried not to tremble in fear of the giant, cowering in the shadow.

Why did he stop? Is he looking for me? She didn't dare to so much as glance up at him, paralyzed by fear. For a moment, there was silence. Then the boots scuffed on the floor. They had turned to face her.
"Found you."
Gasping, Azura looked up to see the titan's face, partially covered by a scarf. In desperation, she tried to flee. Running faster than ever before, her escape was foiled when a huge hand blocked the path in front of her. The startled singer stopped and changed direction, but too late. The last thing she saw before losing her vision was a fleshy wall, moving towards her tiny body. Squealing as she was imprisoned in a dark chamber, she thrashed about, pounding the palms of her captor, but they did not yield. Azura fell over as her entire world tilted. She tried to get up but was floored by a sudden upward motion refusing to let her regain balance. Lying face down, she was able to push herself off the floor with her tiny arms before light illuminated her surroundings.

Vast fingers stretched out from where Azura lay. Suppressing her terror, she turned over to gaze up into the face of the giant. She saw shaggy, brown hair and eyes that revealed little of the immense man's expression.
"What are you?" The man asked in a low voice, the sound resonating through her tiny body making her flinch. Azura took a moment to compose herself.
"That's not for you to know. Put me down at once," She demanded, trying to command authority befitting her royal bloodline. In response she got a huge huff, closing her eyes to brace herself as the wind blew over her. She remembered her higher-pitched voice. She must have sounded ridiculous!
"Doesn't matter. I reckon you're worth a fair bit of coin," the giant sneered.
Azura yelped as his palm was tilted, her body starting to slide. She grabbed on to his little finger with both arms, halting her fall. Dangling in the air, she glared up at the man, only to see him looking away, down to his side. She realized he was rummaging in his pocket for something, having moved his hand merely out of carelessness. He brought a bag over towards her, its volume sufficient to contain the tiny Azura many times over. Positioning the opening below his hand, he pushed Azura's head with his thumb. She tried to resist, but he merely pushed slightly harder, making her lose her grip. Azura screamed as she fell what seemed like several feet to her. Fortunately, her landing was soft, the fabric of the bag breaking her fall. Jumping to her feet, she could only gaze upwards as the opening above her head was closed, leaving her in darkness once more.

Corrin realized he couldn't hear the song anymore. Deeply worried, he continued to run, trying to figure out where he had heard the song coming from. His path got lighter and lighter the further he ran. After rounding a couple of corners, he was in a long, straight corridor. He kept going, as far and as fast as he could, but was eventually forced to stop, having exhausted himself. Azura had sounded so close, but there was no sign of his small companion anywhere.

Have I missed her? Gasping for breath, Corrin wondered if he had lost her forever...

Though the bag was soft, Azura's journey was far from comfortable. She was jostled about constantly, her kidnapper clearly caring little for her wellbeing. Since the bag was large, she was often thrown quite far before hitting one of the walls of her prison. She wasn't normally travel-sick, but this journey was making her feel ill. She hadn't realized how much care Corrin had put in transporting her gently. She pined for his company once more, her own situation hopeless. If she could get the bag open, she might be able to escape, but the top of the bag was far above her head. Her lance was still with Corrin, lost when she was teleported, so she couldn't rip the bag open.

A jolt from below sent her into the air briefly. She flailed in panic before landing back at the bottom of the bag. She was disoriented, but she had an idea.

If I get thrown up like that again, I might be able to grab on near the top. She looked upward and waited for her moment. A sudden hard impact sent her flying forward, landing against the opposite wall against what felt like a massive leg. She rubbed her back where she had been hurt, noting the location, likely that of the titan. When she escaped, she'd have to flee in the opposite direction.

A third impact threw the shrunken songstress into the air again, but she was ready. At the highest point of her trajectory, she grabbed on to the fabric of the bag.

Holding on as tightly as she could, her legs dangled in the air high above where she was sitting. Up here she was relatively still, allowing her to recover a bit, but her weight was straining her tiny arms. Though it was dark and hard to see, she could feel out where she needed to go. The higher she grappled, the better. Soon she reached fabric that felt a bit harder, like there was string behind it. Realizing she had found the opening, she moved round so that she had a hand either side of the ring of string. Summoning all of her strength, she tried to pull the two sides apart, her body lifting up as she pulled. She gasped as she was forced to stop, the exertion too much. Getting her breath back, she tried again. The string still didn't move. Exhausted, she was forced to stop again. It felt like her arms might snap before she could get the string loose. The pain in her arms intensified, now too much for her to handle. She had to let go, falling down once more. Halfway down she was smacked by a leg. Azura's tiny body flew across the bag and landed against another wall. The last of her energy taken by the fall, she tumbled to the bottom of the bag and lay there, defeated. She could not force her way out of the bag, but there had to be another way for her to escape.

Corrin would probably think of a strategy. Numb to the shaking of the bag, Azura tried to think of a plan of her own.