The hand that descended upon him was the hand of a god. The thumb and forefinger out stretched to grasp him. As futile as it was, Scott's first instinct was to run. A very difficult thing to do considering the terrain. Even if the ground was as flat as a prairie highway it wouldn't have made any difference.
Something big and strong pitched his backpack, and then he was rising upward past the grass. There was a SNAP as the straps on his backpack broke but his fall was short, he landed with a cushioned bounce into the palm of the young giantess' other hand.
'That was close.' Miranda thought. She had almost lost her prize.
She looked at the object she held between her fingers. A backpack. What was left of one. She had inadvertently crushed it. Deciding that the items inside were probably pulverized beyond repair, she reluctantly gave it a flick. Then she drew her attention down to the little man in her hand. It was indeed a little man. She had no trouble telling the difference between the man and the bugs she collected. About a half inch tall, she guessed. Maybe less.
Where did he come from? Where there any more?
Miranda decided she had collected enough bugs for today. She stood up, hearing an an almost inaudible yelp from the man she held. Very slowly, so she wouldn't startle him further, she closed her hand into a fist. then she lowered her hand to her side and headed for home.
As for Scott, he was scared as naturally anyone would in an impossible situation like this. Of course his goal was to make contact and yes he had wanted help. He also wanted the time to get used to approaching these giants and judging their personalities so he wouldn't be in more trouble than he was. All of that had gone out the window.
This young Giantess didn't seem to have hostile intentions for him, she could've easily crushed him. She still could. But that look she had on her face when she held up that ant...Scott wasn't very good at reading faces, but there was something about it that made him feel uneasy.
It was dark in the closed hand with the exception of some cracks of light from between the fingers. He knew she was on the move, but he had no idea where. A part of his brain was telling him to bite the pale flesh that surrounded him so the young giantess would open her hand and he'd be able to get way. He concluded that part of his brain was an idiot.
Bite her? And risk falling to his death? Or being crushed into pulp by a giant angry adolescent? Not happening.
He suddenly felt her come to a stop. The hand move upward and it leveled in a horizontal position. This was it. Where ever this young Giantess had taken him, it looked as though they had arrived. The fingers unclenched, Scott breathed in fresh air. He was blinded at first, but after blinking a few times his eyes adjusted to the light. He looked about.
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