[Yuna manages, at least, to follow the given instruction of not being alarmed, so we're off to a great start! Weirder things have happened to her. Instead she makes a little ohhh noise of awe as the transformation happens, suitably impressed. When she sees the note, she laughs, good-natured and delighted. How cute can you get?!]
Ooh, good job! [she...really hopes this rock has ears and can hear her and she's not just standing here talking to a rock that looks like it's been left as a present for her??] Okay, um, here I go!
[She spends a moment just sort of...side-stepping this way and that beside and around the rock. This is a person? What is the most polite way to do this... Lift with the legs, she knows that much, and she chirps, ever cheerful,] Here I go! [before crouching and lifting the McGillis-rock's edge up with both hands. It needs much less effort than she puts into it so she almost flips him over, but only almost—getting a grip and the balance right is tough, but after a moment of uncertain angling, she lifts it (him??? she's dying) over her head.]
Oooohhh... [Mostly just to prove to herself this is really happening, she paces back and forth for just a quick moment, but the inherent awkwardness of "this is a human person" wins out and she ever-so-gently sets the rock back down on the ground. He may as well be made of foam for all the ease she moves with...]
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Ooh, good job! [she...really hopes this rock has ears and can hear her and she's not just standing here talking to a rock that looks like it's been left as a present for her??] Okay, um, here I go!
[She spends a moment just sort of...side-stepping this way and that beside and around the rock. This is a person? What is the most polite way to do this... Lift with the legs, she knows that much, and she chirps, ever cheerful,] Here I go! [before crouching and lifting the McGillis-rock's edge up with both hands. It needs much less effort than she puts into it so she almost flips him over, but only almost—getting a grip and the balance right is tough, but after a moment of uncertain angling, she lifts it (him??? she's dying) over her head.]
Oooohhh... [Mostly just to prove to herself this is really happening, she paces back and forth for just a quick moment, but the inherent awkwardness of "this is a human person" wins out and she ever-so-gently sets the rock back down on the ground. He may as well be made of foam for all the ease she moves with...]
Um. Haha, wow! Got it!