Tara breathes a sigh of relief as she sees the pin thin arm wave at her, her breath causing the little man in his chute to swing gently (relatively) back and forth. Tara raises her other hand under the small figure and slowly lowers him onto it. Handling tiny people was so emotionally taxing!
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Richard watched the tan, wrinkled surface steadily move towards his feet. His boots touch down and he instinctively rolls his legs, falling onto the hand. He groaned, he’d certainly suffered a few bruises from the ordeal. Dealing with giant people was so physically taxing! Still, Tara’s soft smile and concerned eyes erased some of the pain as he rose unsteadily to his feet. His foot sunk into one of the deeper wrinkles, and was as wide as his foot long. A soft cough swayed him as Tara asked his attention.
“ARE YOU OK?” The vibration rolled up from the palm through his body, oddly pleasurable. Flicking on the speaker, Richard responds, Yeah! No worse the wear!” His fib seemed to satisfy Tara as her concern lessened and relief washed over. “THANK GOODNESS.” Tara leaned back into the tree trunk. Even the impact of her back against the tree created a noticeable wind from the compressed air pushed outward. “I WAS WORRIED MY NEW LITTLE FRIEND WAS HURT. THEN YOU WOULDN’T BE ABLE TO...”
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