#ScribesAndMakers 30, Smol?

The word triggers a little jump in Pelliniana. She turns, flips her twig adorned hair back and puts her hands on her hips. "Na'ah!" She proclaims while stomping her foot. "Everyone else is just stupidly huge! You're all big and hit your head and can't hide very well, and need to eat like so much stuffs just to fart around all day! I can climb mountains on a handful of berries! I can hide really, really, really, really well, and trick people into thinking I didn't do anything, while I do loads of stuffs. I'm not like, smol, I'm more like, hmm, totally efficient! And sneaky. And, and, and people think I look all tiny and cute and in-no-scent, so I can like, get away with sooo much stuffs!" she explains while leaning into her hip, sticking a thumb in her mouth, and squinting her eyes at you. "Oh, but don't tell anyone.... Or, I'll bite you! Not like a big bite, but a smol one? I'll only bite off like an earlobe... Or a smol toe...." she mumbles past her thumb, as the mischievous twinkle in her eyes confirm that isn't an entirely empty threat.