I explained what the last several weeks looked like, fighting, scavenging, my victories and defeats: an endless workout, each day ending curled up on hard soil.
Normal society tends to frown on Tinies taking action against little girls, even in self-defense. They don't think much of us, and they rarely take our side in any dispute.
She shrunk me, but how did she shrink me? And what happened to my clothes? "There, there, my little pet," she said softly. I could tell she was trying hard to keep her voice down.
After a few more jokes they mentioned a range of mountains just south of us, the Carneddau Mountains. "Aye, the Marilyns're iawn," said the first one, the oldest. "Bechod, to miss out on that, if you want to take in the local sperrit."
Tena guessed they were heading west, so the crater was south of them, and to the west of this round pit were two more pits (smaller but not shallower) and then a line of five (even smaller, but here the earth was especially torn up).
Some workers were like this, Shaun knew. Maybe they got a thrill from the momentary captive audience, either sating their curiosity about Tinies or enjoying their small portion of power and dominance.
The pretty blonde woman shrieked at a piercing pitch, but Johnny gripped her upper arms and shook her gently. "I know what to do!" he yelled in her face.
The huge finger withdrew, but the fingertip commenced to rattling the windowsills in the wall of the balcony. This sharp clutter elicited some swearing from the unruly heap.
I raise my head and grin at the city in the distance. Oh, it's lovely, these clever little specks and their enduring hives.
And I can see her more clearly, not silhouetted. It's one of those things: she'd be beautiful if she weren't a deranged monster.