Tara raises her finger, and incidentally you, from the plate. She grasps the plate in her other hand and rises. You'll never get used to the vertigo, but you keep your mouth shut, unsure of many things now. Tara had introduced so many things you'd avoided til now.
She stands tall over forest floor below. She looks at you, gripping tight to her index finger, then with satisfaction that you are secure walks back to her tent. She then lowers her finger next to the edge of the tent. You take the hint and jump off. Tara rises, marking your location, then proceeds to dispose of her trash. You're glad she let you off, that black bag is kind of frightening!
Her movements are deliberate, but still unnerving as the 1300 foot woman cleans. You watch her lift objects you could never hope to. She dumps more in waste than you eat in a month. Every footfall is impossible to miss at your size, but you patiently await her return. Finally she completes her work. Returning to your area with massive footfalls, you see she is locked onto your form. No danger then, except that a skyscraper being careful around you is still a skyscraper.
She crouches once more, her hand descends with a loud displacement of air and impacts, compacting the soil, and lies flat across the earth. You dutifully hop on, pulling yourself up her steep pinky finger and running down its length to the palm of her hand. She giggles, from the sight or if your tickling her, you've no idea. She raises you before her right eye so close you can see you're the size of her iris. The black dot locks onto you, fixing you with her stare. “So, ground rules. I don't want you hurt while I’m working.” You wave your acknowledgment. “Good, so between 12 and 6 I will be working in this area.” She points her other hand to the lands beyond the tent. They include the ant hill and berry bush, which annoys you since you'd had thought of making an expedition there today. And why should you stop your tasks just because some woman showed up? Your rational brain licks in quick, ‘because she could crush you and not know it idiot’. True.”So don't go to that area, and I won’t come past the tent to your area. No accidents. And we can meet up before sunset at your place if you want.” You've little choice but to wave your right hand, which she takes as acknowledgment. With a satisfied smirk she lowers you back to your world. You hop off the hand, which recedes upwards to the heavens. Tara smirks once again before rising and turning. One last wave down to little you before she shakes the earth. Man, what to do today.
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