[The possibility of a cave in doesn't scare her-she's built of tougher stuff than that and the Land of Sands has ebbed away any weakness that might've remained. She can dig, dig, dig her way out-
Once she finds Cent.
And it really doesn't matter, honestly, because he's so cool, so strong, so tough-he's probably canvasing the area like the hero she knows he is, making sure no one's going to be caught in the crumbling cavern before he escapes with her.
He's just so amazing-incredible! Wonderful! She can barely stop the lovestruck sigh that escapes her, but the sound of it is probably buried by the rocks falling to either side, one hitting her square on the shoulder. Not that it phases her any. She dusts off her bare shoulder, like it's an annoyance. Which it is. This dream sucks. Why can't she think about taking a vacation with her sisters? Or hanging out in the Cathedral City? Or having a nice dinner with Cent?
However the presence of another person does pull her out of her thoughts and she eagerly, almost happily, waves them down.]
Heeeeey! Look over here! You need a hand? I can help you get out. Just stick close to me, okay? Oh, and look out for all the rocks. They'll leave a bad bruise.
B
[For however many times the kids have persuaded her to watch them draw, she's never taken the opportunity to doodle with them. Her strength is getting harder to control-the chalk is easily crushed in her grip, no matter how gently she wraps her fingers around it. It takes too much concentration and she simply played it off like she wasn't artistic enough to compete with their drawings.
But sometimes she would try-would hold the chalk in between her fingers, take deep breathes and wish she didn't have this ability and-
Inevitably, she could never keep her fingers steady long enough to scratch out a few lines.
But she tries in the dream, finding it easier to make waves, arcs, curves along the chamber walls with all the glee of someone in the midst of making an incredible piece of art.
And just as she's writing her letter to Cent on the walls, mumbling a few words aloud about how incredible and smart and amazing he is-
Something pulls itself outta the wall and she immediately reaches for the large broadsword that rivals her own height to her side.]
Oh hey! Come on, you don't wanna fight, right? You're just a cute little drawing. Go back into the wall-scat! Go on!
[She doesn't like wanna attack this weird thing unless she really has to?? It's not like One said to kill it. Just go away ya dingus drawing.]
two | drakengard 3
[The possibility of a cave in doesn't scare her-she's built of tougher stuff than that and the Land of Sands has ebbed away any weakness that might've remained. She can dig, dig, dig her way out-
Once she finds Cent.
And it really doesn't matter, honestly, because he's so cool, so strong, so tough-he's probably canvasing the area like the hero she knows he is, making sure no one's going to be caught in the crumbling cavern before he escapes with her.
He's just so amazing-incredible! Wonderful! She can barely stop the lovestruck sigh that escapes her, but the sound of it is probably buried by the rocks falling to either side, one hitting her square on the shoulder. Not that it phases her any. She dusts off her bare shoulder, like it's an annoyance. Which it is. This dream sucks. Why can't she think about taking a vacation with her sisters? Or hanging out in the Cathedral City? Or having a nice dinner with Cent?
However the presence of another person does pull her out of her thoughts and she eagerly, almost happily, waves them down.]
Heeeeey! Look over here! You need a hand? I can help you get out. Just stick close to me, okay? Oh, and look out for all the rocks. They'll leave a bad bruise.
B
[For however many times the kids have persuaded her to watch them draw, she's never taken the opportunity to doodle with them. Her strength is getting harder to control-the chalk is easily crushed in her grip, no matter how gently she wraps her fingers around it. It takes too much concentration and she simply played it off like she wasn't artistic enough to compete with their drawings.
But sometimes she would try-would hold the chalk in between her fingers, take deep breathes and wish she didn't have this ability and-
Inevitably, she could never keep her fingers steady long enough to scratch out a few lines.
But she tries in the dream, finding it easier to make waves, arcs, curves along the chamber walls with all the glee of someone in the midst of making an incredible piece of art.
And just as she's writing her letter to Cent on the walls, mumbling a few words aloud about how incredible and smart and amazing he is-
Something pulls itself outta the wall and she immediately reaches for the large broadsword that rivals her own height to her side.]
Oh hey! Come on, you don't wanna fight, right? You're just a cute little drawing. Go back into the wall-scat! Go on!
[She doesn't like wanna attack this weird thing unless she really has to?? It's not like One said to kill it. Just go away ya dingus drawing.]