It's rather cool in here, isn't it? She'd like to be warmer. A slow, thorough exploration of her enclosure doesn't result in the kind of warmth she's looking for. Clearly, she will need to leave.
It takes some doing, but she's not short on muscle. She presses her nose against the screened roof and shoves, steady and inexorable, until the fine mesh gives way. There. It takes her another minute to squeeze through the gap and flow down onto the floor, in part because she's moving sluggishly, and in part because there's a lot of her to move. Her head is nearing the door by the time her tail leaves the tank, and she pauses there a moment, tongue flickering as she considers her options. She can feel the thrum of footsteps in her belly, but it doesn't scare her.
Nothing scares her.
She continues forward, towards the warmth outside this dark place ("LIVE REPTILE TENT," if she bothered to look up and read the sign). It's bright outside, and her pupils constrict as she slides out into the sunshine. Much better. Her tongue flicks, and she tastes the dust - animals and two-leggers and other things she can't categorize, but that doesn't concern her. All that concerns her is finding the most comfortable spot to bask.
[ooc: so, Daine's not entirely herself, but if anyone talks to her, she'll probably snap out of it. Otherwise, enjoy the giant snake slithering around the place.]
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It takes some doing, but she's not short on muscle. She presses her nose against the screened roof and shoves, steady and inexorable, until the fine mesh gives way. There. It takes her another minute to squeeze through the gap and flow down onto the floor, in part because she's moving sluggishly, and in part because there's a lot of her to move. Her head is nearing the door by the time her tail leaves the tank, and she pauses there a moment, tongue flickering as she considers her options. She can feel the thrum of footsteps in her belly, but it doesn't scare her.
Nothing scares her.
She continues forward, towards the warmth outside this dark place ("LIVE REPTILE TENT," if she bothered to look up and read the sign). It's bright outside, and her pupils constrict as she slides out into the sunshine. Much better. Her tongue flicks, and she tastes the dust - animals and two-leggers and other things she can't categorize, but that doesn't concern her. All that concerns her is finding the most comfortable spot to bask.
[ooc: so, Daine's not entirely herself, but if anyone talks to her, she'll probably snap out of it. Otherwise, enjoy the giant snake slithering around the place.]