"Follow me!" One of the Wimpish said, leading the way. Oboro couldn't really tell the odd creatures apart, but she was starting to see some differences between them. The one leading had a slightly wider face and seemed a bit more assertive than its friend. Not that it mattered to her, of course. As soon as she was done with her task, she would be happy to never see the troublesome critters again.

Still unadjusted to her new scale, Oboro lagged behind the Wimpish. She could barely see anything amongst the tall grass, how were they able to navigate so easily? Having to keep the needle in her grip wasn't making things any easier. She held it like she would her lance, but it kept getting caught amongst the huge blades of grass. If she were even a bit bigger, she might not be having any problems, but she was stranded at a single inch tall for now.

"Are we nearly there?"
A while later, Oboro's patience was running out. She had been running after her odd escort for what seemed like an age, yet they appeared no closer to where they needed to go.
"Just a bit further!" A squeaky voice called back. Oboro huffed. She was getting rather tired. This was supposed to be a restful afternoon! Exhausted, yet she hadn't even begun her tiny task.
Finally, her path cleared. Oboro emerged from the grass, onto a huge flat stone. Similar stones covered the ground, stretching far into the distance to her left and right. Oboro realized that this gigantic stone plain was merely the short path leading towards the kitchen. She looked up, scanning every inch of her surroundings. The building was almost unrecognizable in this scale, a gigantic structure seeming to stretch to the top of the sky. Equally huge trees lined the horizon behind her, the start of her journey impossible to discern.
"Do you... Know the way back?" Oboro asked her equally tiny guides.
"Of course! We came from that tree!" One of the Wimpish answered cheerily, pointing towards one of the trees. Oboro squinted, scouring the sight for any details, yet she couldn't distinguish the tree from the others. As far as she could tell, they were identical.

Oboro shook her head. She had spent too long marveling at her magnified surroundings, she had to finish this task and get big again as soon as possible.
"Let's go." She said to her company. They led the way. It was easier for Oboro to keep up, having a clear view of her destination. As she got closer and closer the building seemed to get bigger, a foreboding fortress of giants to the inch-tall woman. Doubt crept into her heart. How was she going to take anything from here? She was so tiny, even a bug might be bigger than her. Even the step onto the path, something she barely even registered at her normal size, looked impossibly tall now. She only got more worried as she got closer to her first obstacle. It was like a wall to the tiny woman.

"Up we go!" One of the Wimpish cheered. They leaped, high into the air, clearing the step in a single bound. Oboro gasped.
"How am I meant to follow you up there?" Oboro moaned. Clearly, humans weren't meant to be this small.
"Use the needle!" One of them shouted down.
"Yes! Any problem can be solved with the golden needle!" The other chimed in.
Oboro sighed. "Of course..." She wanted to just drop the damn thing and run away. But then she would be stranded at a small size forever.

Stepping up to the wall, Oboro jabbed the needle into it. Though the step was made of stone, the needle sank into it as if it were soft. Another strange property of the needle? She let go, leaving it in the wall. Now what? Perhaps she could jump on the end, and bounce off it? But there was no way she would be thrown high enough, if the needle even did bend. Imagining the thread, she saw its spectral form appear in her hand. It was invisible, save for the short piece she was holding. More suddenly appeared, linking her hand to the needle. Was it somehow responding to her thoughts? She looked to the other end, trying to imagine a longer piece of thread. More appeared to her, loops spilling onto the ground. So it was as long as she wanted it to be? Oboro looked to the top of the step. Maybe she could throw the thread up there? But she didn't know if there was anything for it to loop round.

So Oboro needed to think of something else. She wasn't too familiar with magic, but this seemed to be driven by her imagination. What if she had two needles? She could jab both of them into the wall, and raise one after the other. The loops coiled up into a single length, the tip becoming slimmer and appearing sharper.
"Whoa..." Oboro uttered. It seemed to be made out of light, but Oboro could feel the new needle in her hand. She jabbed it into the wall, and it sank in much as the real needle had. Withdrawing it, she stabbed it back in higher. Pulling herself up, she pulled out the real needle and thrust it in higher still. Her feet off the ground, her arms were straining a bit with her weight, but she was strong. Alternating between the two needles, she climbed higher and higher until she reached the edge. She pushed the golden needle over the edge first, before pulling herself over it.

"I did it..." Oboro gasped between breaths. She stared at the strange needle. When she first saw the little bronze object, she thought of it as little more than junk. Who would have expected Hinata to ever find such an enchanted object? Now it was the only reason that she was able to get about at such a small size.
"We will wait here." One of the Wimpish said. "You will go forth, chosen one, into the place known as 'kitchen'."
"Yes, and you will bring us cheese!" The other added.
Oboro sighed. They wanted cheese, of all things? Were she normal size, delivering such a thing would be easy. But how much would she even be able to carry at her current stature?
"Fine." Oboro huffed. She was beyond annoyed at the laziness of her escort, but she knew it was pointless to argue. Recovering from her climb, she headed towards the doorway.

It wasn't too long before dinner, so perhaps there would be someone preparing the meal. Oboro wasn't sure what to think about being seen by one of her comrades at her new size. Fortunately, the door was open, giving her an easy way in at least.