Whoever handed Ayla a sack of newspapers will probably have to reconsider their own judgement in the future. It's not to say she wasn't good at traversing the route. In fact no obstacle seemed to stay her as she ran along on all fours, even clambering across roofs of buildings and vehicles. Even a few of the stray dogs were quickly dissuaded by her roaring back at them, making her the weirdest cat they'd ever attempted chasing.
No, the problem is that the actual specificity of the route was more of the issue, with the cavegirl hurling the bundled up newspapers at every door and every person she passed. And she did so as strongly as she could.
"You take! You take! New paper! You take!"
II b - Rabbite Hunter
Okay, this was more her pace. Poised on all fours, hands and the balls of her feet she was haunched up as she faced down her quarry. Who can say just how the tail of the furs she wore waved around as it did, but that was hardly worth questioning any further.
And likewise the cavewoman was not one to doubt that their appearances could be deceiving. She was no stranger to the dangers of wild prey. Ayla bared her teeth. The rabbites bared theirs' back. And then a shout as she leaped into battle, raking her nails out ahead of her. The hunt was afoot!
III A or B - Maid by design
Ayla cocked her head as she watched the people milling in and out of the fancy hut, decked out in plumage and furs that didn't look comfortable in the slightest. They were colorful yes, but the whole affair mystified her. She'd tried to enter earlier, beckoned by the inviting smells and sounds within, but she'd been chased away from both doors and the one window she'd tried, with only this weird black cloth to claim as a trophy.
After gnawing on it for a moment she decided it wasn't fit for dinner and turned to a passerby. "You. What do with this?" She holds up the maid outfit, her furrowed brow demanding an explanation.
Of course, odds are if she didn't get an answer she'd like, she was bound to find her own way over the wall and into the grounds eventually.
Ayla | Chrono Trigger | Outlander
Whoever handed Ayla a sack of newspapers will probably have to reconsider their own judgement in the future. It's not to say she wasn't good at traversing the route. In fact no obstacle seemed to stay her as she ran along on all fours, even clambering across roofs of buildings and vehicles. Even a few of the stray dogs were quickly dissuaded by her roaring back at them, making her the weirdest cat they'd ever attempted chasing.
No, the problem is that the actual specificity of the route was more of the issue, with the cavegirl hurling the bundled up newspapers at every door and every person she passed. And she did so as strongly as she could.
"You take! You take! New paper! You take!"
II b - Rabbite Hunter
Okay, this was more her pace. Poised on all fours, hands and the balls of her feet she was haunched up as she faced down her quarry. Who can say just how the tail of the furs she wore waved around as it did, but that was hardly worth questioning any further.
And likewise the cavewoman was not one to doubt that their appearances could be deceiving. She was no stranger to the dangers of wild prey. Ayla bared her teeth. The rabbites bared theirs' back. And then a shout as she leaped into battle, raking her nails out ahead of her. The hunt was afoot!
III A or B - Maid by design
Ayla cocked her head as she watched the people milling in and out of the fancy hut, decked out in plumage and furs that didn't look comfortable in the slightest. They were colorful yes, but the whole affair mystified her. She'd tried to enter earlier, beckoned by the inviting smells and sounds within, but she'd been chased away from both doors and the one window she'd tried, with only this weird black cloth to claim as a trophy.
After gnawing on it for a moment she decided it wasn't fit for dinner and turned to a passerby. "You. What do with this?" She holds up the maid outfit, her furrowed brow demanding an explanation.
Of course, odds are if she didn't get an answer she'd like, she was bound to find her own way over the wall and into the grounds eventually.