( 1. a little lost ) [ When Pyrrha first spots someone else out here in the desert, she thinks she must be hallucinating.
Then she decides it doesn't matter if she's hallucinating or not. There's someone there, and surely even talking to a figment of her imagination is better than slowly roasting to death out here in the desert. So Pyrrha hurries over, one hand holding her hat in place and her gait slightly awkward on the sand. ]
Hello? Excuse me, but-- do you know where we are?
[ She really, really hopes whoever she's talking to is real. ]
( 2. a little prickly ) [ They're not too far from town when the sun finally sets, and truthfully Pyrrha is relieved. It might be more dangerous to travel at night, but without the sun beating down on them the heat will surely abate. She thinks whatever they may encounter in the next ten minutes won't be nearly so dangerous as heatstroke.
Naturally, the cacti immediately set out to prove her wrong. Pyrrha spots one of them moving and thinks she must be imagining things, but then it proves her right by lurching forward. It's certainly not what she was expecting, but Pyrrha still has the sense to grab her traveling partner and attempt to pull them out of harm's way. ]
Watch out!
( 3. bullrider ) [ Pyrrha... has no idea what she's looking at, in all honesty - but everyone else seems to be having fun, so she may as well stick around and see what's going on. She has no compulsion to try it out herself, and after the first rider gets tossed she's very grateful for that. She feels a twinge of sympathy even when the riders are thrown to the mat, so the first time one gets thrown clear into the crowd (and directly onto the ground when most of the crowd moves) she outright flinches.
Still, even without her memories just leaving them to languish doesn't sit right with her, and they didn't land far from where Pyrrha is standing. So she takes a few steps closer, kneeling down to inspect the now-former bullrider. ]
Pyrrha Nikos | RWBY
[ When Pyrrha first spots someone else out here in the desert, she thinks she must be hallucinating.
Then she decides it doesn't matter if she's hallucinating or not. There's someone there, and surely even talking to a figment of her imagination is better than slowly roasting to death out here in the desert. So Pyrrha hurries over, one hand holding her hat in place and her gait slightly awkward on the sand. ]
Hello? Excuse me, but-- do you know where we are?
[ She really, really hopes whoever she's talking to is real. ]
( 2. a little prickly )
[ They're not too far from town when the sun finally sets, and truthfully Pyrrha is relieved. It might be more dangerous to travel at night, but without the sun beating down on them the heat will surely abate. She thinks whatever they may encounter in the next ten minutes won't be nearly so dangerous as heatstroke.
Naturally, the cacti immediately set out to prove her wrong. Pyrrha spots one of them moving and thinks she must be imagining things, but then it proves her right by lurching forward. It's certainly not what she was expecting, but Pyrrha still has the sense to grab her traveling partner and attempt to pull them out of harm's way. ]
Watch out!
( 3. bullrider )
[ Pyrrha... has no idea what she's looking at, in all honesty - but everyone else seems to be having fun, so she may as well stick around and see what's going on. She has no compulsion to try it out herself, and after the first rider gets tossed she's very grateful for that. She feels a twinge of sympathy even when the riders are thrown to the mat, so the first time one gets thrown clear into the crowd (and directly onto the ground when most of the crowd moves) she outright flinches.
Still, even without her memories just leaving them to languish doesn't sit right with her, and they didn't land far from where Pyrrha is standing. So she takes a few steps closer, kneeling down to inspect the now-former bullrider. ]
Are you alright?