FS-the-voresmith

STORY 50 Joanna Milder did not know she was tiny. Smallness was a relative concept, and the entire world of which she was aware seemed fitted to her size. 'Tall' meant the slender, twenty-five centimetre-high trees which lined the street close to her parents' home. 'High' meant the opaque dome which covered her world, up above. There was, after all, nothing higher. Nor was she aware of being food. She had no predators, in this enclosed environment which seemed quite natural to her. The few creatures sharing this habitat with her kind were insects, other creepy-crawlies, and small, harmless mammals, along with the fish in the river and poo

Seleen’s mind, her head were whirling as she walked quickly through the corridors to her quarters. She couldn’t think straight. Half-formed, contradictory thoughts tumbled through her, mingling with anxiousness and delight, caution and giddy excitement and uncertainty. Something was happening, and she felt simply swept along in a warm wave. No doubt Kin just wanted to thank her for… well, for what exactly? Just for her training in general? Or perhaps… No; her hazy mind could come up with no other reason for this sudden invitation. It’s a date, though, she thought giddily. Of some sort. For whatever purpose it mi