Alana looked at Clover briefly. She'd defended her. That was unexpected. A small smile touched the blonde's lips. Her brother rarely did such a thing. The smile was small, but it was one that spoke of budding trust. Maybe her parents forcing here here wasn't such a bad idea.
"Here to see the chocobos, eh, kids?" A man wearing yellow overalls approached the children as they entered the general vicinity of the stables. He was in his middle years, his eyes small and kind. "Just over yonder," he said with a twitch of his head and wandered off, carting a large bucket of what presumably was gyshal greens.
That was as good as an enthusiastic invitation to Alana. She sped over to the pens, almost tripping on her skirt and the stick-spear. When she saw the chocobo, however, she slowed down, her face taking on an awed expression as she reverently approached the bird. Clasping her stick, she stared. "So pretty," she murmured, not taking her eyes away from the chocobo.
"Here to see the chocobos, eh, kids?" A man wearing yellow overalls approached the children as they entered the general vicinity of the stables. He was in his middle years, his eyes small and kind. "Just over yonder," he said with a twitch of his head and wandered off, carting a large bucket of what presumably was gyshal greens.
That was as good as an enthusiastic invitation to Alana. She sped over to the pens, almost tripping on her skirt and the stick-spear. When she saw the chocobo, however, she slowed down, her face taking on an awed expression as she reverently approached the bird. Clasping her stick, she stared. "So pretty," she murmured, not taking her eyes away from the chocobo.
RP Profile | Characters: Alana Black (Balmung)
