She found a place in the shade that looked good after a day's work, taking a break while she can. Eyes resting, listening to a gentle breeze in branches above, and standing out from the ambience a pitter-patter in the leaves. Glancing down, the peasant's eyes catch the small form on the ground, right at her feet that dwarf the strange sight. Barely even needing to change positions, corralling the thumb-sized being with her paws easily. It's not often to come across something like this, much less someone like herself from a rustic background.

Was influenced by this and of course I had a micro fantasy in mind