Instinct began to take over as you surveyed your new, macroscopic surroundings. There was certainly a stroke of luck involved in you even surviving the first fall, so you didn't intend to just wait around until Miranda had a chance to inadvertently end you beneath her titanic shoe. Brushing yourself off of D&D debris that had clung to your clothing beforehand, you look around at the candy that actually dwarfed you in size. By your own comparison estimate to the piece of candy, you were about an eighth of an inch tall... which was staggering, to put it mildly. The unlikeliness of your own durability was baffling, but you had no time to ponder on that in this sutuation. The questioning of your luck could come later, when you weren't in an extremely vulnerable position at the feet of a (relatively to stature) giantess.
Taking off like a bullet from the barrel, you begin to dash away from the blonde's looming form, still in its colossal shadow even as you weave between discarded D&D candies that are strewn at her feet. To your surprise, the girl hasn't stooped over yet to pick them up, even though it was clear she noticed them drop. To think how much you must resemble one of the pieces, and that she wouldn't have suspected in a million years that her new, currently miniaturized friend was among them. You almost feel yourself sliding as you try to adjust to the floor, which although not rough to the touch wasn't as smooth to you at your size.
It was incredible how much was revealed to you about things when you were close enough, and small enough, to witness their nuances firsthand. It was like looking through a microscope. You are jarred from your thoughts, suddenly, as a thunderous sound like some kind of high-level tremor ripped through your eardrums. Jerking your head back you realize that was merely the sound generated by an idle step from Miranda, which placed her foot just inches from where you now ran. this causes you to skid to a halt, taking in the full horror of the situation. True, you had to keep running to survive, but would the girl actually crush you unwittingly if you went ahead now? It might be better to allow Miranda to pass you now and spare you the paranoia of wondering if the next step would result in her crushing you.
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