We Have Fire!
Blowing a stray strand of her now damp hair with a frustrated huff, Miharu wrapped her arms around herself as she shivered furiously, her mahogany eyes glaring out into the vast forests beyond from where she sat huddled in a miserable ball against the trunk of the tree. As the over-sized raindrops hammered down upon the foggy earth below, she tried not to think about the fact that she was able to sit on the branch perfectly and not snap the wood in half due to her weight (not that she was that heavy, she mused), or the fact that she was small enough to use the drooping green leaf over her head as a makeshift umbrella…
Nope. That failed. She was still thinking about it. And she hated it.
It was bad enough that she was about the size of a thumbnail, and could easily be stamped on by something as small as a rat, or that she could even drown if she fell into a puddle, but the fact that the very reason why she was this small, the source of her current misery, conf