Mutual - 295 Words
The creature had never made a sound. One moment, Chell was all alone in the field of wheat, and the next, an animal’s head rose out of the golden waves to look her in the eye.
She froze. After her time in Aperture, Chell’s instinctive reaction to anything that moved was to treat it as if it were going to try to kill her – and out here there was no cover, nothing to put a portal in, and no portal device to place one if there had been. And so she stood there, still as a statue, staring into the animal’s big dark eyes.
It stood still, too, and stared back.
Encouraged by the lack of immediate violence, Chell gave the creature a cautious look-over. It was not as big as it had first seemed, when it suddenly rose out of the wheat like that. In fact, it was barely chest-high on her, and its delicate neck and pencil-thin legs didn’t look capable of doing any harm. What had made it seem large were the branch-like horns on its head, but even those looked thin and fragile upon a closer inspection.
Some instinct told her to hunch over, lowering her own profile so as not to seem a threat. She held out one hand for the animal to inspect. Its big, satellite-dish ears twitched, and then it leapt into motion, dashing away across the fields in a series of effortless bounds. Within seconds it was gone, and Chell realized it had been more afraid of her than she of it.
She opened her mouth in soundless laughter: for as long as she could remember, she’d been afraid of everything that moved. Now here she was, among things that were afraid of her. Imagine that!
Oooh this is fantastic! I love her thought process about the deer, and this is some beautiful description!