There was an immense sense of glee and pride in the little Lalafell as he finally managed to catch up to, and overtake, his riding instructor. It was only tempered by a slight awe at having watched Goldwind approach and subsequently leap over an absolutely massive tortoise. And they didn't even clip the shell or anything! It was definitely not something Chachanji and the tiny Avenger could pull off, that was for sure!
It certainly made him want to have his last jump to be something impressive, though. Everything beforehand had been pretty mundane: a rock, a log, a sign, and a vase. Meanwhile, Roen was going after things like giant turtles and bees. He briefly thought of imitating her again, but the last incident he had with the over-sized insects in the area quickly turned him off that idea. He could probably fight them off now that he had undergone as much training as he had with Ser Warren, but he didn't relish the idea of trying to do it from atop a fleeing Chocobo.
In his mind's eye, he could see Avenger and himself thundering away from the Sultantree, the little Lalafell swinging his blade wildly at a literal cloud of irate bees that hounded their every step. With the buzzing and the flailing of stingers and those multifaceted eyes, each section of them filled with hate and malice. It sent a shuddering chill down the youngest Gegenji's spine and he was quick to shake his head sharply in a desperate attempt to dismiss such thoughts. He had to focus on that last jump!
As with his mentor, his worried gaze returned little in the ways of options as the Sultantree loomed ever-larger in front of him. The Spineless Basin was more or less a straight, featureless shot to the mound of land upon which the quite sizable plant made its home. Other than the wandering beasts he was already rather against trying to jump, there was only the sparse trees that sprouted up here and there as potential obstacles. And if Chachanji couldn't clear a tortoise, he certainly couldn't clear a fully-grown tree. Their roots plunged into the earth quickly in their desperate thirst for water as well, so trying to jump one of those was also out of the question.
Plus, something like that wouldn't be nearly cool enough for his last jump.
The young Lalafell had to figure out something quick, though. Even if he made it to the Sultantree first, which he seemed on the fast track to doing at the withering pace Avenger was setting, he's still lose if he didn't get all five of his jumps done! Just thinking that he'd fail because of some dumb extra rules set Chachanji to pouting and grumbling from his mounted perch - despite his current lead only existing due to Roen following those selfsame rules. He kept glancing about for that final obstacle, but there was a heavy sulk evident in his shoulders and overall posture.
C'mon, stupid nonexistant awesome fifth jump, where were you!?
It certainly made him want to have his last jump to be something impressive, though. Everything beforehand had been pretty mundane: a rock, a log, a sign, and a vase. Meanwhile, Roen was going after things like giant turtles and bees. He briefly thought of imitating her again, but the last incident he had with the over-sized insects in the area quickly turned him off that idea. He could probably fight them off now that he had undergone as much training as he had with Ser Warren, but he didn't relish the idea of trying to do it from atop a fleeing Chocobo.
In his mind's eye, he could see Avenger and himself thundering away from the Sultantree, the little Lalafell swinging his blade wildly at a literal cloud of irate bees that hounded their every step. With the buzzing and the flailing of stingers and those multifaceted eyes, each section of them filled with hate and malice. It sent a shuddering chill down the youngest Gegenji's spine and he was quick to shake his head sharply in a desperate attempt to dismiss such thoughts. He had to focus on that last jump!
As with his mentor, his worried gaze returned little in the ways of options as the Sultantree loomed ever-larger in front of him. The Spineless Basin was more or less a straight, featureless shot to the mound of land upon which the quite sizable plant made its home. Other than the wandering beasts he was already rather against trying to jump, there was only the sparse trees that sprouted up here and there as potential obstacles. And if Chachanji couldn't clear a tortoise, he certainly couldn't clear a fully-grown tree. Their roots plunged into the earth quickly in their desperate thirst for water as well, so trying to jump one of those was also out of the question.
Plus, something like that wouldn't be nearly cool enough for his last jump.
The young Lalafell had to figure out something quick, though. Even if he made it to the Sultantree first, which he seemed on the fast track to doing at the withering pace Avenger was setting, he's still lose if he didn't get all five of his jumps done! Just thinking that he'd fail because of some dumb extra rules set Chachanji to pouting and grumbling from his mounted perch - despite his current lead only existing due to Roen following those selfsame rules. He kept glancing about for that final obstacle, but there was a heavy sulk evident in his shoulders and overall posture.
C'mon, stupid nonexistant awesome fifth jump, where were you!?