The impression she picked up from the lady bug was that it was gripping for dear life to the wrong plane of existence.
Its immobility told her that it had shut down.
In fact, she was not sure at first that it was alive until after much careful effort to get it onto a thin piece of bark resulted in her accidentally flipping it onto its back where she could see its legs briefly spastically wiggle.
Parched dehydration and a sense of desolate lack of hope seemed to pronounce its finality.
The surface expanse around it reflected bright white – likely blinding its visual reorientation senses.
Over time, she somehow coaxed it to grip onto the inside of her finger, mindful that she might have caused the wee struggler some unavoidable damage, and then gently curling her finger’s charge to be held lightly within open shelter near the palm of her hand.
In her delight upon finding it along her own lone journey while compassion for it flooded through her being, the goddess spirit then transported the mortal survivor carefully to a lush oasis where it could be gifted by another chance for life.
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