The thumb and forefinger gripping your waist lessen up their force, allowing you to be dropped gently into the woman's waiting palm. She is wearing a bright green veil with matching garments surrounding her head and body. Lowering the face covering, you see that she is a gorgeous tan-skinned woman with piercing blue eyes and long black hair. Her palm is tilting from side to side, causing you to constantly lose your balance and trip over the cracks in her hand. She giggles at your attemptst to stand upright, and you are a little shocked by how unphased she is by the fact that she's holding a five-inch-tall man in her hand. She leans in and her breath washes over you as she says "CAN YOU TALK, LITTLE ONE?" You stammer out "Y... Yes! Can you hear me?" She smiles and says "VERY FAINTLY. YOUR VOICE IS AS SMALL AS YOUR BODY, IT WOULD SEEM." You shout a little louder and say "Thank you for picking me up! I need your help, this woman in the fair shrunk me down to this size! Her name is..." Before you can answer the woman finishes your sentence with "MADAME ROSELLA?" You start to put the two and two together as the facial features of this woman are eerily similar to that of the gypsy. And your fears are completely confirmed when she smirks and says "WELL WELL. LOOKS LIKE ANOTHER TRAVELLER HAS UPSET MY LITTLE SISTER." Oh shit. She's family.
The equally beautiful sister is uninterested in your screams of terror and pleas for help as she uses her fingers to run over your entire body, studying you and making her own observations. "HMMM. NO MARKS OR BRUISES, SO SHE CAN'T HAVE HAD YOU FOR TOO LONG. AND YOU ARE ROUGHLY THE SIZE OF A DOLL, WHICH MEANS SHE EITHER USED YOU AS A TOY OR A SLAVE. LET'S FIND OUT." She brings you close to her face and holds you under her enormoous nostrils, inhaling deeply. A massive, toothy smile appears in front of you and she giggles saying "INDEED, YOU WERE HER SLAVE. YOU STILL BEAR THE SCENT OF HER FEET. AND YOU GOT MY ATTENTION BY CLIMBING ALL OVER MINE. IS IT COMMONPLACE IN THIS TOWN FOR MEN TO THROW THEMSELVES AT THE TOES OF BEAUTIFUL WOMEN?" She laughs at her own joke and brings you back up to her eyes. You try to balance yourself on her shaky palm and say "Look, I know she's your sister, but i need your help! Do you know any magic like she does?" The giantess raises an eyebrow and says "KNOW ANY? WHO DO YOU THINK TAUGHT THE MOODY GIRL EVERYTHING SHE KNOWS ABOUT MAGIC." You breathe a sigh of relief and drop to your knees, clenching your fists in the most pathetic manner possible. "Please then. Please help me get back to normal size. I'll do anything you want, i'll owe you my LIFE!". Your empassioned plea is met by an almost childlike laughter from the giant gypsy who tossles your hair with her index finger and says "YOU ARE SO CUTE..."
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