You gave her foot one punch and then another, before stepping away. The layer of dirt, combined with being cooped up in leather moccasins meant the artist's feet had a bit of a ripe earthy odor to them, further suggesting she'd been outside for most of the day. Looking back up at the girl, you find that her eyes have fallen on you. There seems to be some sort of sparkle, a glint of inspiration and realization. They slowly widen. A moment of quiet passes...
With out warning, the girl's hand shot over you. Your only warning was a flickering shadow before the warmth of her finger settled around you and then caved inward. She had you clenched in her fist, too tight for you to even squirm, let alone move, yet just short of crushing you. One might think that such a timid girl would have better respect for personal space, but given how her hand was shaking, some form of excitement.
A few seconds passed, the time filled by the deafening beat of the girl's heart as your ear was pressed into her palm. Then, quick as it came, the pressure surrounding you releases....and you drop. You manage a brief panicked yelp, before you hit a solid floor with a thump. There is a metallic creaking and scrapping sound as a patch of shade covers you up. Slowly, you get to your feet, managing a quick glimpse around as your prison moves around.
Glass walls...rounded....a metal-looking top with a few holes poked into it. It quickly became clear that this seemingly shy girl had caught and imprisoned you in a jar like some sort of bug. The light began to fade as canvas walls appeared outside the jar...the girl was just shoving you into her bag now. There was a bit more clattering, and dull ringing thuds as she loaded up her bag with the rest of her supplies. Finally, you were knocked off your feet as she swung the bag onto her shoulder and began to hurry along.
Time passed....the jar shook around. And you had time to think, ask yourself questions. Why had she dropped you in a jar? Why did she have a jar in the first place? Did she actually think you were a bug? None of these questions would get answered for now...
After what felt like hours, but was likely only a few minutes, the bag opened up. The jar was suddenly in motion once again as the shy artist excitedly retrieved it and set it on a desk in what seemed to be her room. It was a small boxy room with a single window against one wall and a door backed into a corner of the room. A twin-sized bed, a desk, and a dresser, the usual types of furniture. What stood out though, was the decor as well as the shelves that lined an entire wall. The wall over her bed had a large poster, depicting a fantasy scene of fey creatures, possibly her own work. The shelves meanwhile had dozens of pixie and fairy-related items, from dolls to scenes in jars. It was slowly becoming apparent why you had been caught.
"Uh...h-hey...little guy," She commented, face suddenly appearing in one glass wall. You took a step back, one she didn't seem to notice, "S-sorry for grabbing you, I...uh...I just think you'd be perfect. I...well...wanted to do a series of...well...pictures."
"Okay...." You say, confused, your voice reverberating off the glass. A moment passes and it becomes obvious that the girl can't hear your minuscule voice through the glass. Embarrassed by this, you meekly nod.
"T-thank you!" She exclaims, taking your nod as approval. She continued talking, stammering less as she got caught up in excitement. "I-t's called Fairies in Jars. I already have a theme in mind too, they'll all involve..."
What will the pictures involve?
1. Fantasy and medieval clothing (The girl wants you to dress up in different doll-sized outfits, jester's clothes, a knight's armor, a princess's dress.)
2. Scenes of peril (The girl wants to draw you in states of helplessness and bondage, such as stuck in a spider web, trapped in mud, and more.)
3. The dirtier aspects of the modern world (The girl plans on her art juxtaposing you with various bits of modern day trash....starting with items from her dirty laundry basket)   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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