This choice: Specify names for the characters. • Go Back...Chapter #8Try and Clear Things Up by: Hereward   Your sister carries you downstairs. The lack of ear-popping and the swiftness of her movement telling you that this world is on her scale, which means that, technically, you shrunk even though she's a different species. When you enter the dining room you get your first sight of your mother. You stare in awe. Your twelve-year old sister was the size of India but your mother, another magnificent skunk lady, was almost as big as Australia! You try to take her in before the two titanesses could close the distance. She was wearing a puce ankle-length dress with lavender highlights and gold hoop earrings. By your reckoning she could balance any city in the world as you knew it on the tip of her finger and could walk faster than the Earth could spin even when she wasn't in a hurry. Her smile was comforting in spite of the knowledge that it covered a distance comparable to ocean trenches; people could probably go for hikes on her eyelashes. By anyone's standards both your mother and your younger sister were god-like figures beyond all reach and resistance, but they were still your family.
"Good morning, Emily." The continent-size matriarch greeted your sister. "Morning, Alice." She addressed you as you knelt on Emily's fingertip.
"M...m...morning mom." You stammer, receiving a rather concerned look from the mustelid colossus.
"Why." She exclaims. "What's the matter, honey?" She strolls over with planet-shattering steps and crouches down so her eye fills your view. You fall back, which Emily compromises for so you don't tumble all the way into her knuckle-crevice.
"Buh...buh...buh..." You jabber in shock and awe of her stature. "Why's everything so massive?!?" You cry out before curling up into a sobbing ball. After a minute or so you feel something like an obsidian cliff on your back, before you know you are sliding across a black curved surface and land softly on your mother's fingertip.
"Alice," She whispers with astonishing gentility, "You mean you really don't remember?" You look up into her pupil; she's holding you so close to her eye that the only thing you can see beyond her fingertip, including the claw she scooped you up with, is her pupil and her emerald-green iris. You shiver with uncertainty and fear at the power she represents.
"I know who you two are," You get out in a meek tone, "Because I recognise your voices, I know this is our house because the furniture and layout are almost the same. But everything else is alien. Either you're impossible or I'm impossible!" You bring your knees up to your face and start sobbing again.
"My dear little Alice." Your mother whispers. "Please don't be frightened. No one's gonna harm you. You've always been small enough to carry around on my finger and nobody's ever caused you any grief because of it. Indeed, you've been an inspiration in developing things suited to you; the real marvel is that you're a human." You look up into the shiny black void in wonder. "Okay, so your small size was amazing enough, but the fact that you're something no one's ever seen except in art."
"H...Humans are fiction?" You check.
"We all thought that before you were born. It was certainly something when my pregnancy didn't show through and it was another wonder when you were born; I wouldn't have known if everyone's senses didn't improve during that time." There was some amusement in her voice.
"It's not that I don't remember anything other than the house and your voices." You point out. "It's just that I remember everything being on the same scale as me and people were humans." The massive skunkettes gasp with the force of a geyser.
"I whole world as small as you?" Emily does a double-take. "Wow! Think what it would be like, mom. We'd be..."
"Easy now." Your mother moves you away from her eye, allowing you to see more of her, the room and Emily. She places her free paw on the child's shoulder. "Don't get carried away. If such a world does exist somewhere any one of us would be more than enough to cause chaos and destruction on a level I'm thankful to be unable to conceive." Emily looks away in shame; you can now see that she's changed into a blue T-shirt and pink shorts, neither of the anthros are wearing anything on their feet.
"I was trying to wrap my head round that." You declare, peeking round your mother's claw. "As soon as she held me up to her eye I thought 'It's bigger than New York'." The two giants now look back at you.
"Alicey," Emily asks hesitantly, "You're not scared of me, are you?" The poor girl looked so sad at the idea of terrifying her own sister. You look up at your mother, wondering whether you should be honest or tactful. It would only take a certain kind of look from her and you'd know; all the easier since her face is bigger than Texas.
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