By the time she stumbles into the mirror maze, Nala is frankly already pretty disoriented. She'd been travelling for days when she stopped -- ostensibly to hunt but also to despair of her chances -- and that was when the so-called 'carnival' had appeared, shimmering in the evening desert like a mirage. Everything since then has been kind of a blur, and the mirror maze isn't a great deal less overwhelming and confusing than the carnival's lights and sounds and crowds.
Or at least, it isn't until her reflections start telling her she's abandoned her sisters to suffer under Scar's rule and that she has no hope of finding help. Anyone else in the maze (or near the entrance or exit) will hear the echoing roar of a lioness as she uselessly swipes a paw at what she knows must logically be an illusion...
GAMER'S CIRCLE
Okay, she doesn't understand this either. She lives in a cave and doesn't know what money is. She's already lost her tickets because she doesn't have pockets or hands. There are so many unnatural lights and colours and constructions the like of which she's never seen before...
Curious, Nala puts her paws up on the edge of one of the game booths so she can peer at it. No answers are forthcoming. Rubber ducks are involved, but Nala has never seen a rubber duck before, and she can only just about work out that these are supposed to be representations of ducks. She tilts her head.
"What's all this for?"
She might be asking a passerby, or the person manning the booth -- her puzzled attention is still on the ducks.
TRYING TO LEAF
At first she thinks the forest might be her best bet. Coming from the savannah, Nala is definitely more familiar and comfortable with open spaces, but trees still seem less confusing and incomprehensible than the tents and buildings that make up the carnival proper. But it turns out that these trees aren't much like any trees she's used to, either, and it quickly becomes clear that she's not going to be able to find her way back to the desert she came from this way. She prowls through the forest with mounting frustration, head low, tail switching behind her. To anyone not used to encountering lions on an everyday basis she might almost seem like she belongs here...
Nala | The Lion King | Newbie
By the time she stumbles into the mirror maze, Nala is frankly already pretty disoriented. She'd been travelling for days when she stopped -- ostensibly to hunt but also to despair of her chances -- and that was when the so-called 'carnival' had appeared, shimmering in the evening desert like a mirage. Everything since then has been kind of a blur, and the mirror maze isn't a great deal less overwhelming and confusing than the carnival's lights and sounds and crowds.
Or at least, it isn't until her reflections start telling her she's abandoned her sisters to suffer under Scar's rule and that she has no hope of finding help. Anyone else in the maze (or near the entrance or exit) will hear the echoing roar of a lioness as she uselessly swipes a paw at what she knows must logically be an illusion...
GAMER'S CIRCLE
Okay, she doesn't understand this either. She lives in a cave and doesn't know what money is. She's already lost her tickets because she doesn't have pockets or hands. There are so many unnatural lights and colours and constructions the like of which she's never seen before...
Curious, Nala puts her paws up on the edge of one of the game booths so she can peer at it. No answers are forthcoming. Rubber ducks are involved, but Nala has never seen a rubber duck before, and she can only just about work out that these are supposed to be representations of ducks. She tilts her head.
"What's all this for?"
She might be asking a passerby, or the person manning the booth -- her puzzled attention is still on the ducks.
TRYING TO LEAF
At first she thinks the forest might be her best bet. Coming from the savannah, Nala is definitely more familiar and comfortable with open spaces, but trees still seem less confusing and incomprehensible than the tents and buildings that make up the carnival proper. But it turns out that these trees aren't much like any trees she's used to, either, and it quickly becomes clear that she's not going to be able to find her way back to the desert she came from this way. She prowls through the forest with mounting frustration, head low, tail switching behind her. To anyone not used to encountering lions on an everyday basis she might almost seem like she belongs here...