Cerulean Cape a world within a world

for a time the stranger was silent. sobeille did not mind; it gave her time to unabashedly study every aspect of her face.

finally she spoke; a world within a world. to sobeille, this was rather profound — and a refreshing change of pace from the ingenuine pleasantries sobeille often felt forced to acknowledge during conversations.

one of her earlier memories was studying a spider. she remembered quite clearly noticing this thing had eight eyes, not two — eight legs, with bristly pedipalps and a way of moving across a twig that mesmerized sobeille. to her, it had been a twig — but to the spider it may have well been a colossal tree. she wondered if there were beasts in this world that had the perspective that she was the spider; so small and inconsequential she hardly existed.

mebbe we are bugs too, we just ‘avent met big t’ings yet. sobeille mused aloud, coming to sit close. ’ave you seen de t’ings in the ocean? val once told me he found a crab dis big — she spread her arms wide, but even then it did not measurably indicate just how gigantic the decapod had been. bigger even.