[Even if she isn't, she might when something overhead lets out a prehistoric screech...accompanied by a less loud voice shouting:]
Land! Land!
[There's an Aerodactyl wearing a harness of some kind, diving at speed down towards the street. And on his back is a person hanging on for dear life, green ponytail flapping in the wind. Behind them, further up and back and not audible yet, is a huge flock of Pidove coming straight after them. The Aerodactyl spreads his wings to slow down for landing but doesn't quite slow down enough, thumping and skidding onto the ground and having to awkwardly run for a little ways.]
[That run ends not far away from where Molly is. Envy gets himself out of the harness and hops off, wobbling a little when he hits the ground, but then he's up and looking over his shoulder. The Pidove flock is still coming, led by one particularly fat bird. Envy makes a face that is both alarmed and disbelieving, yelling at them:]
Oh come on!
[Then he turns and sees Molly. Oh hey, he recognizes you!]
...hey, kid, you should probably start running too!
[Which he's going to start doing just as soon as he recalls his winded dinosaur. THE WARCRIES OF THE ANGRY PIGEON MOB CAN BE HEARD NOW. Welcome to Goldenrod, Molly.]
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[Even if she isn't, she might when something overhead lets out a prehistoric screech...accompanied by a less loud voice shouting:]
Land! Land!
[There's an Aerodactyl wearing a harness of some kind, diving at speed down towards the street. And on his back is a person hanging on for dear life, green ponytail flapping in the wind. Behind them, further up and back and not audible yet, is a huge flock of Pidove coming straight after them. The Aerodactyl spreads his wings to slow down for landing but doesn't quite slow down enough, thumping and skidding onto the ground and having to awkwardly run for a little ways.]
[That run ends not far away from where Molly is. Envy gets himself out of the harness and hops off, wobbling a little when he hits the ground, but then he's up and looking over his shoulder. The Pidove flock is still coming, led by one particularly fat bird. Envy makes a face that is both alarmed and disbelieving, yelling at them:]
Oh come on!
[Then he turns and sees Molly. Oh hey, he recognizes you!]
...hey, kid, you should probably start running too!
[Which he's going to start doing just as soon as he recalls his winded dinosaur. THE WARCRIES OF THE ANGRY PIGEON MOB CAN BE HEARD NOW. Welcome to Goldenrod, Molly.]