Sniffing fervently at the cold meat in her hand, a sleeping bandit nevertheless took interest, baring teeth and gnawing at the goat thigh once again.
Unbeknownst to her however, there was a tiny Ivette attached to the meat, who was dangling dangerously close to those teeth.
A drop to the ground at this size could hurt, but that was definitely better than getting chomped on by massive teeth. Her arm was already sore though, and more injuries weren’t going to help her case. If those teeth got any closer, though…
With a sniff and a snort, the bandit’s eyes fluttered open. Bleary at first, registering just a goat thigh inches from her face. And then the tiny woman hanging from it.
”Nnf! What the?!” She spluttered, and despite having just woken up, sprang into a defensive position.
Ivette and the goat thigh landed on the sharp ground, just as a knee crashed down beside them. Knife drawn defensively, ready to cut anything that moved, she nevertheless towered above Ivette, who had little choice but to gawk at the young woman’s every curve.
A loose fitting sky blue tunic covered the top half, while contradictory denim shorts teased around her hips, barely keeping her muscular thighs contained.
”I don’t know how you made it this close,” she said, her voice low and threatening, “but no one steals my stuff and gets away with it, even if you are really small.”
”Wait wait! I wasn’t trying to steal!” Ivette put her hands up disarmingly. “I-I’ve just had a really bad day and I was hungry and you had food so I… wanted a little bit.”
”…huh.” The bandit relaxed her dagger just a little. “Gotta be honest, I’m having trouble believing you short stack. You’re honestly saying you saw the piles of loot, and it’s day old goat meat you want?”
”…yes?” Ivette shrugged. “Look, how’m I gonna steal anything at this size? I was just gonna take a bit of meat and be on my merry way. You wouldn’t have even noticed!”
”You’ve got a point there,” the bandit pointed down at her. “You are really tiny, after all. You weren’t born this small, were you?”
”A witch cursed me…” Ivette sighed. “Remember that I had a really bad day? That’s part of it.”
”Hm. That tracks.” The bandit crashed to the floor again, her legs crossing around Ivette. “So. Sucks to be you I guess?”
”I uh, guess it does.” Ivette said, very aware of the legs surrounding her.
“So what now?” The bandit shrugged.
“Depends if you’re gonna kill me I guess?” Ivette cringed.
“Hey now, I may be a thief, but I only kill bad guys.” The bandit put her hands on her waist. “Name’s Celeste, squirt. Yours?”
”Ivette.” She mumbled. Not being killed was definitely a positive. It was only one possibility though…
”Huh. Cute name for a cutie.” She grinned, a canine tooth showing impishly. “Welp, you might as well help yourself to the meat, Iv. Long as you don’t mind it being a bit floory anyway.”
”Beggars can’t be choosers.” Ivette shivered.
”After all…” Celeste grinned,