Varian discovers that Sparklight has more than two authority figures on the lookout, and the third has been eager to introduce herself...

A vignette I whipped up in the span of a little under an hour. Its purpose is twofold: to show that I am still alive, and to introduce a new character who arose in the ashes of a conversation with a friend. Don't worry, Lily would never hurt someone small, nor would she ever shrink anybody herself even with Sparklight's myriad amenities.

Trust her.

--Varian gasped for breath, knees quaking for relief. Three minutes—three minutes of running had accomplished nothing. Had he even been able to grace the edge of the table in that time, he doubted the fall to the floor to continue pursuing his captor would have been kind to him. The white mountain range, a snowscape set in motion by thundering paws, had once only surpassed him by a few heads in height.

Things were a little different now.

“Varian?” he heard Sienna call out. The once-kangaroo, now-landscape's voice was heavy and booming like a coming storm front, but altogether distant. “Hey, where'd you get to?” There was a pause, then a click of claws as her massive paw stamped gently, impatiently. “Ah... I suppose it's fine. It'll wear off in three-ish hours. Just stay put!”

“No, no!” Varian cried out. She was right there, only a few feet away from the table! “Look behind you, you absolute idiot!”

It was no use. The ocelot's infinitesimal voice squeaked at the volume of a pin drop. He'd watched her bend to the ground and search every possible nook that didn't contain him even though he'd done the smartest thing and remained where he'd shrunk. That was until she started to walk away—only after which he'd realized sprinting in the extraordinarily vain hopes of catching up to her lumbering form was unwise. He could barely cross the distance of a single crack in the wooden table at his scale; all he did was tire himself out.

Contending with her paws was never a good idea, either. No, he'd made the right choice in staying put. His thoughts raced at the same pace as his heart, dumping air from his lungs with heavy gasps and replacing them just as fast.

Sienna's footsteps echoes like distant tectonic upsets. The sound and feeling ebbed slightly with her increasing distance from him. At a certain point, though, they stopped fading. Varian's tousled bangs fell forward as he pondered what to do for the next... what did she say? Three hours? Good lord...

Thmp. Thmp. The vibrations still hadn't stopped. What in the world was she doing? Jogging in place? It was making it awfully difficult to focus—

They grew heavier. Varian looked up, ears flicking. Sienna was no longer in sight—gone from the break room entirely. The ocelot forced a lump down his neck and looked behind him instead.

An unearthly screech forced him to cringe, falling to a squat with his ears covered. The hellish noise of a chair thousands of times bigger than him being pulled out of its place, legs grinding sharply against the tiled floor miles upon miles below, echoed for what felt like whole minutes of uncomfortable pain. It took Varian moments to feel safe after the sound had stopped, and only once he did, a set of utterly massive crimson curtains fell to either side of him, their dense weight clapping heavily against the earth.

Kuh-lack. Black keratin mountains formed at the tips of the smooth-furred bridges and punctuated their appearance with devilish clicks. Every movement of the tendons that no doubt lied just beneath caused their surfaces to shift and stir, motions powerful enough to him that he felt vibrations reverberate against every fiber of his being. The space between two fingers formed his immediate atmosphere now—he was hardly a dust mote lost betwixt. It was only when he registered that thought that he realized he had been knocked flat on his bum by the sheer force of their descent, his spotted tail quivering and flicking without his consent.

Whoever this person was, they were massive—and not just in immediate scale, but in relative scale as well. Terrifyingly, her build was probably not unlike Sienna's, bearing a terrific height and the solid bulk to carry it. Varian's trepid gaze followed the mountain trail cast by their fingers, managing to see a rising torso form in the distance. Her toned form rose for miles upon miles, too many for Varian to care to count. Craning up past a chest cloaked by towering walls of cloth arranged into checkered flannel parapets, the giant's sheer height lent itself well to drawing his eyes all the way up, and eventually to the soft,uncaring visage of a canine. A husky, to be precise.

Terror welled in his heart. She was clearly female now that he could make out the details of her face. A jungle of black hair streaked with red accented her elegant visage while a mask of black markings traced the contours of her red-brown fur, encasing her truly striking eyes. They were a shimmering amber set that glinted with intent—however, they never once settled on him. They were constantly set on his position, but a small ways above, as though she had to settle for looking at where he was rather than his actual form.

“H-hello?” Varian managed. He knew full well it was useless... until her short, conical ears perked, and her eyes shifted just so.

Irises like honeyed moons fell atop his form, pupils staring him down so hard they weighed on him with impossible tons. Her gaze was sharp, and now, entirely direct as it cast a truly tangible force. Varian very suddenly wished he hadn't said a thing. The purpose of this enormous being was completely unreadable, and if being at her complete and utter mercy while she wasn't aware of his existence wasn't enough to encapsulate him with terror, the idea that she knew exactly where he was now did just that.

“Three hours?” Dry, dour words formed on her lips, which only opened as much as they had to in order to speak clearly. The husky's voice jarred him like a physical force, full of purpose and dripping with elegant gravitas, as though she'd been waiting for a moment like now. “That's plenty enough time for me.”--