[She looks back over her shoulder, and sees that Kija is struggling to ride a chocobo on his own. He's doing much better than she is, but even so, it looks like he's having troubles.]
W-what are you doing?! If you can't ride it, don't come after me! Fool!
[She yells because she worries; there's no real bite to her protests. But when Rukia looks forward again, she sees that her mount is heading straight for the fence. And it's not slowing down. Is it going to jump? Brake suddenly?! She doesn't know! If she has to guess, she'd choose that it's going to abruptly stop, so she braces herself for such an event and prays she chose correctly.]
[She chose incorrectly.]
[The bird takes a flying leap with its long legs, exhilarated with the rush of the wind. Time. Slows. Down.]
[Then the chocobo's feet hit the ground, and Rukia just keeps going, flung yet again. No! Foolish bird, why did you do that!?]
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W-what are you doing?! If you can't ride it, don't come after me! Fool!
[She yells because she worries; there's no real bite to her protests. But when Rukia looks forward again, she sees that her mount is heading straight for the fence. And it's not slowing down. Is it going to jump? Brake suddenly?! She doesn't know! If she has to guess, she'd choose that it's going to abruptly stop, so she braces herself for such an event and prays she chose correctly.]
[She chose incorrectly.]
[The bird takes a flying leap with its long legs, exhilarated with the rush of the wind. Time. Slows. Down.]
[Then the chocobo's feet hit the ground, and Rukia just keeps going, flung yet again. No! Foolish bird, why did you do that!?]