Tidus, upon finding himself in a new place, had of course gone exploring. And since there were chocobos available, of course he'd borrowed one to ride while he went exploring. And because he was Tidus, he of course was riding so fast he wasn't actually seeing much of the scenery, though he was certainly making progress. He was making progress in circles, but hey, he wasn't in a hurry to get somewhere, right?
Except back home. He wanted to get back home as fast as possible--and home was definitely now Spira, not Zanarkand. But there weren't any handy signs telling him which way to go, so he was trying every way to see what looked good. So far it all looked about the same. Maybe he should just close his eyes and pick a direction?
He thought, faintly, that he heard a whistle. That got his attention. He'd probably just imagined it. If there weren't any signs telling him how to get back, there definitely weren't going to be any signs saying "Your dream girl = this way!"
Tidus went that way anyway, because he didn't have a better direction to go. Maybe the view at the top of the cliff would give him some idea of where to go next.
Super new muse, pardon my flailing around! And somewhere between the two.
Except back home. He wanted to get back home as fast as possible--and home was definitely now Spira, not Zanarkand. But there weren't any handy signs telling him which way to go, so he was trying every way to see what looked good. So far it all looked about the same. Maybe he should just close his eyes and pick a direction?
He thought, faintly, that he heard a whistle. That got his attention. He'd probably just imagined it. If there weren't any signs telling him how to get back, there definitely weren't going to be any signs saying "Your dream girl = this way!"
Tidus went that way anyway, because he didn't have a better direction to go. Maybe the view at the top of the cliff would give him some idea of where to go next.