As her large, brown eyes lock onto you, you both freeze. Every muscle in her body has stopped, as has yours. The two of you are practically frozen in time together. Despite the complete lack of movement, you can see behind her eyes her brain overworking to process what she is seeing.
The standoff is only seconds, but it feels like an hour. Finally, she speaks.
"H-hey there..." her voice is hesitant, nearly afraid. You lift your arm and slowly wave. She gives the tiniest nod. As if you reciprocating is proof she didn't imagine you.
"Don't move," she instructs. Easy, you weren't hardly moving to begin with. She flips the page in her sketchbook and goes back to intensely working. She often looks back to you while she works, perhaps to ensure you haven't run away.
After several minutes, she lets out a smile and proclaims, "Done!" She flips her sketchbook around to show you. It's a pencil sketch of her foot, and you standing next to it with a hand on it, looking lost and confused.
In all honesty, she is very good. It looks just like you, and the expression on your face is magnificent. Most surprising to you, though, is how you look to an outsider at this size. You were so busy paying full attention to how you now see the world, that you never stopped to think about how the world now sees you. What really seals it in is seeing what you look like next to her foot. It makes you look....puny.
"I really like the contrast between you and my foot. It does wonders for showing your scale and just how lost and overpowered you look," she says, almost as if reading your mind. She continues, "I'd love to do some more sketches with you, but I'm kinda done here at the park. You wouldn't wanna go with me, maybe, would you...?" she seemed nervous about asking, but obviously really wanted you to say yes.
Of course you wanted to go with her! She was your chance at salvation! You didn't come over here just to have a chat and then be off on your merry, tiny way! You need help, and going with her, letting her do some sketches of you, is the best way to do it. So you nod in response. She looks delighted, offering a cute smile.
"Yay! Okay, well, I don't suppose you'd want to walk the whole way, so I'll help you out," she says, and reaches down to grab you. Your first instinct is to flee. After all, there are giant fleshy tree-trunks coming to smash you. But you force yourself not to move, she's trying to help. Her giant fingers wrap around you, and lift you into the air. It reminds you of an elevator moving, the way you can feel it in your stomach.
Where does she put you while she walks home?
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