Tara gave the tiny creature a few moments to make another sound. After all, she realized her presence was probably intimidating the poor thing, whatever the thing was, whatever it was thinking, or how it thinks, or IF it thinks. Her mind still needed that last push, that last piece of evidence before she would 100% believe this was something other than a very odd bug. She thought about plucking it into her palm, but that seemed premature as long as it didn't start darting away. She was confident she could stop its progress with her hand if needed. It was definitely between half and a quarter inch tall she reckoned, and from her earlier observations of its battle with the spider, it wasn't particularly fast.
As she lay on the soft earth, moss, and hundreds if not thousands of blades of grass in the morning glow of a full sun piercing through the forests canvas she felt quite at peace, she always had with the outdoors. After a lovely morning hike, a camp prepared, a truly fantastical situation, one she felt completely in control of, was playing out before her, and the possibilities began to run through her mind. Her eyes remained on the creature as it appeared to rise, but her mind was just a bit lost in thought when she felt a tingling under her right arm. At first she thought little of it, just some of the grass stalks she'd compressed rising back up and tickling her, until it became more pronounced, and seemed to begin moving on top of her wrist...and then movement in her periphery.
Even a lover of nature like Tara who had earlier tried to avoid harming the creature or the spider could not help basic human reactions. Like seeing a frikin spider crawling across your wrist. With a squeal she reared her head back off the ground and began wildly swinging her arm, dropping the magnifying glass onto the grass forest below and dislodging the spider on the second shake and tossing it 30 or so feet away. Her reaction did not end there though, not realizing fully yet that she'd accomplished her goal she kept wildly waving the hand and balanced on her chest, her left hand pushing to the ground for added stability as she kept muttering "Oh God" with each swing.
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As mentioned before, you couldn't make out her right hand beyond the grass forest to your left, and honestly you were far too focused on the part of her in front of you, as well as your upcoming speech about the greatness of your cause, your bravery, and of course intelligence, etc. when you notice the eyes dart to the right, before you can follow their gaze a high pitch overwhelming sound fills your ears and you fall to the ground clutching your ears, as your whole body vibrates from the sound waves being produced. The world is ending, that's what it is, but thank god for the suits protections from intensely loud sounds, or you would have gone deaf in your first lightning storm. Various other thuds fill your ears, but your eyes are clutched tight like your ears, just hoping this goes away.
The sound ends as swiftly as it begins and is followed by the woman's utterances of "OH GOD OH OH GOD". Despite the unmistakable power of her voice as always, it is FAR more tolerable and seemingly more removed, than the sound she made prior, right in front of you. You spare a look upwards, and notice the woman has reared back as she shakes a prodigious right hand again and again. You've no idea what has happened, but her attention is 100% not on you. And whether you want to tell her your great tales or not, this is not a safe place to be right now. In the shadow of a panicking skyscraper. As if to emphasize your point, her left hand shoots forward just about even with where her head had been, but a little further off to your right, towards the stream, thicker grass...and the best cover to get back to your shelter is. It's thud quite audible, as what you assume is normally a quite delicate hand is splayed out, crushing grass stalks that individually bear your weight and sinking into the earth that is extremely solid to you with ease. This was chaos, and when things are chaotic, one must rely on their instincts to survive.
Your mind is going on instinct now. An instinct you had learned to trust, as it had kept you alive these last several months. Your run ins with the local ant colony, Trevorina, that big black beetle, and dozens of other encounters, not to mention your occasional experiences with the mega fauna. You'd survived them all. That instinct tells you to book it into the grass near the stream, and hide from this careless destroyer of the landscape, before she turned you into a smear. You pump everything you got into this dash, and you cover the 250 feet to the edge of the grass forest in 15 seconds. Not bad! You barely notice she had stopped her panicked muttering, and you make out a despondent "SHIT!" You stumble a few dozen more steps into the forest, it growing thicker and thicker towards the stream to guarantee your cover and add a little distance between you and the giantess before stopping behind a stalk to catch your breath. Before you can think about options you hear a strange take on a increasingly familiar sound.
It seems to reverberate through the grass stalks, like a vibration on an instrument, faint yet seemingly all around you. "Wait, please come back. I'm sorry!" You had experienced something like this before, whenever the wind would get up and you'd be in the grass, the swaying of the stalks and the noise of the wind bouncing off the grass, half absorbed, half deflected, would cause a similar all pervasive, soft echo. Now the woman's voice, who you reasoned couldn't before more than two feet away from you caused the same. Even though it felt like she was so far away...
You don't have time for these thoughts. Any second now...a reddish shadow casts the tops of the stalks around you in an odd glow as large tan protrusions, covered in a whorls invade the canopy, pushing it aside with ease. You can't make it out from here but her face must not be far from where it was, just staring intently at your area you figure, you haven't felt her move after all. The sound of the stalks being bent and pushed aside is joined by the voice again "Please come out little thing, I won't hurt you." You are way too focused on the prodigious digits as they rake over your position, never quite opening the sky directly above you and revealing you to the world. The fingers push on further away from where the woman is still presumably laid out, searching for you, and you now see the lines in her hand directly above you, when suddenly the air is displaced by the hand's sudden and swift retraction. All is calm for a moment, and you mentally prepare for the next disaster, and how you are going to get back to safety when...
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