Lynda Hunted

Deep in the unknown valley amidst the grassblades of Naros.
Lynda adjusts to her new small size.
When she slept again she had this crazy dream she'd been back at her gym at six inches tall and one her muscle clients pursued her but she got captured by the janitor instead who mistaken her for a doll.She pleas for her life with the janitor,the janitor instead puts her in a jar and she sold as a unique creature he found wondering the gym.
Yet here on Naros the giants are real. At her small sensousize in her sling green camo bikini she's vulnerable to be captured by giant hands. Still she would rather let a cadre of antmen capture her than a giant dwarf,elf which roams the grassblades. But there isn't no telling whatever new giants roam this world she would be easy prey for them.
Yet being three inches tall,six inches tall, she no longer worried about at least she can roam the grassnlade freely. What's frustrating she doesn't have a map of this world to guide her to safety. And the storms here can be violent and huge flash flood would sweep her up and push her off course if she's not careful.
She moves along a new path but with some since of dread. As if something is hunting her,as if that something knows she doesn't belong her. She continues down the quiet path dead spider carcasses are everywhere she wish she had her own insect steed,a wasp,a dirtdopper,a dragonfly or even a fly to get around on.
A huge wing birdlike shadow sweeps above. Out of the blue a pair of slim talons grab her and she screams EEHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH LET ME GO! Instead the bird's talon;s tighten as her curyhardbod struggles,she feels the wind blow her long hair. No,this bird isn't taking her to a nest she realizes.
 The dark bird enters into large window of a huge fortess embedded on a red cliff. Thunderstorms rages and the bird circles the room and drops Lynda gently on a vast checkered table. She stands with her hands on her hips surveying the mysterious resident. She notes an ebony goblet that dwarfs her size. Outside the storm rage. '
 She figures something dark and malevolent wants her for their own purposes. How they know she was in grassblades? She figures word of mouth as of a curvy human alien from the stars has fallen.
She looks around the room as she walks the checkered table. Still no sign of her captor if he's around.
But she knows the giant is here and he/she would make themselves known to her.