Katherine. In real life, you know her to be short, scraping five feet, if that. You find it hard to think of the titaness seated before you as the same girl that you know.
She sits calmly, but then she was always good at exams. Her pale toes sit snugly in the sandals that she has chosen to wear, and are stock still. You consider this a good thing, as those things are easily the size of you; the sharply nailed big toe could probably squish a car really flat if it wanted to. You'd appreciate it if it didn't try.
You take a deep breath and approach, craning your neck as you get closer to follow the porcelain perfection of her legs up for what seems like forever. They finally disappear into a skirt, an untold distance above you.
As you are mounting the base of the sandal, a thought comes to you. Settling down between the big toe and its partner (it's worryingly comfortable, even if the smell is a little odd), you wonder if you should change your plan.
You had been planning to wait on Kath's foot until such a time as she would notice you, but you could be a little more pro-active. You could climb her leg and get her attention NOW. Risk of death by scratching, perhaps, but a lot quicker.
You spare another glance up at the tower of flesh. It shouldn't be TOO hard a climb...
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