@cursedbluebird
With your newfound size come newfound troubles with logistics, in particular: how does one get around when you’re as tall as a thumb? The world itself is as grand as it’s ever been. There are, however, those among you who will no doubt see your fresh perspective as an opportunity. After all, how often is it you get a chance to ride a bird, a rabbit, or a squirrel? [ Grants Riding/Flying +1]
It is a wonder that this has even happened to Limstella. Being a morph, they do not require food intake like humans, and thus, they should have been saved this horrible inconvenience. But while taking provisions to the barracks, they had gotten some soup on their thumb, and rather than staining their jacket, they’d stuck it between their lips.
Now they’re no taller than a pin.
The world is the same as ever when you are as tiny as they; it is still alive with movement, and noise, and Limstella is still adept at tracking it all. They watch the line of the trees, blurred from distance, and notice a pair of eyes watching them back.
A hawk.
No, not just a hawk. There’s multiple trees, filled with multiple predators. Being on the forest floor is an innately unsafe place to be, and there is only one thing to do when you must traverse a wide expanse of land quickly.
You must find a mount.
Limstella has chosen a red squirrel, hesitating between the trunk of a tree and the forest floor, gnawing on a nut. They’re making their way towards the creature, to soothe it and attempt to communicate its intentions, when they hear something behind them, and they spin, hand raising, readying to summon magic should danger be approaching.
