Chapter #3The Shy Artist by: Icarus   The girl sketching under the shade of the tree seems to be a good option. She's absorbed in her work, so you think she's not likely to squish you by accident since her hand is about the only thing moving. The only thing between you and her, your hopeful savior, is what seems like miles of grass that's now as tall as you are.
But you're ready to take it on.You march forward with purpose, but you still allow yourself time to marvel at the size of everything. You never imagined you'd see the world from this unusual perspective. It made you look at everything in a different light. So much more emphasis was put on the way grass and dirt looks. There's so much clutter and variety down here. And the sky up above, well, it seemed less like a sky now. It was so impossibly and unbelievably out of scope for you, it was like the new space. And now your sky is what you used to consider the normal world. The world you will now have to consider the world of giants. They're behemoths that live in a plane above you, dominating the scene every second they can be seen or heard. It gives you an idea of what being a bug is like, because, well, in some ways, that's pretty much what you were now.
But the trembling of the steps of the gods above and their faraway but ever-imposing voices was nothing compared to reaching one up close. As you finally got close to the girl, you took into question everything you thought along your journey.
She looked to be about fifteen or sixteen years old, though her face, focused on her craft, seemed to exude an extra layer of maturity you're not even used to from your own age group, much less anyone a couple years younger. Her brown hair flowed down past her shoulders, and her face carried a set of black thick frame glasses, behind which two gorgeous brown eyes sat and observed her work. She was wearing jeans and dark blue shirt. Her left leg was outstretched, with her right bent out to the side. A pair of discarded moccasins sat a few feet from her, and her slightly dirty bare foot faced you.
This is, of course, how you would describe her as a person talking about another person they saw. From your vantage point, she was a creature of immeasurable size and unfathomable power. She was likely a goddess who could kill you with a swat of her hand. It's hard to look up at her and not feel like a pathetic bug in comparison.
You strive to push those thoughts out of your mind. As long as you get her attention, she will see you as a shrunken person that needs help. So you approach her dirty bare foot, and pound your fist against it. You see her eyes look up from her work and hone in on you.
How does she react?
1. She thinks you're a bug, and promptly attempts to flatten you under her foot so she can get back to her work.
2. She is amazed at discovering a tiny person. She tells you to freeze, so she can sketch you. She likes the aesthetic of you next to her foot, it makes a great composition.
3. She pulls out a jar to capture you so you don't run away. Turns out her favorite mythological creatures are pixies and fairies, so she's going to take you home and use you as a model for a series of "Fairy Trapped in a Jar" sketches.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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