Chachanji paid rapt attention to Roen, which stood in stark contrast to Avenger's frequent - and almost flighty - abrupt changes in what held his interest. A rustling leaf would have the young bird glance in that direction, a mole puttering its way through the low grasses would steal that focus away just as quickly. For every two or three things that caught his eye, though, Avenger would cast a glance towards both his rider and his rider's mentor to ascertain their well-being. And then, certain of the Lalafell's continued care, he would return to eying whatever caught his avian interest next.
"Avenger isn't my friend already?" the youngest Gegenji piped up when the Free-Sworn mentioned it, giving the bird in question a pat on his feathered neck and receiving bright-eyed look in return. The two of them shared a brief bonding moment, youth to youth, as Roen reminisced on Chocobos of the past. Both returned their gazes to her once she started speaking again however, albeit Avenger's eye soon started wandering again in relatively short order.
The Hyur seemed almost psychic as she continued her explanation on both what she meant and the task for the day, which neatly answered the Lalafell's question. It wasn't a matter of just being friends, it was about becoming the best of friends, like he was with Gran or Leanne. Chachan was at least 98.5% certain Gran would remain steadfastly by his side in a heroic battle, and he would certainly need to be just as confident in his mighty steed as well in such situations. Unless he rode Gran, of course, which a couple people had mentioned in passing; that would neatly solve the problem. It would certainly leave Avenger feeling left out, and Chachanji didn't want to leave his new feathered friend out of any impending heroism.
Thoughts on mount options and their opinions quickly melted away into the aether once Roen brought up the idea of a race, however. After all, it was hard to remain focused on such serious concepts as the proper steed to ride into battle when he was being offered the chance to run full tilt astride Avenger with no consequences right now. The number of required jumps sounded suspiciously like an assignment, but the excited Chachanji spent little time dwelling on that fact. Because, come on, it was a race - what was not to be excited about?
"Ah, a race!? Really really?" The lad's almost boundless energy seemed to flow into his mount, and Avenger started doing a little excited dance of his own. The shifting of foot to foot and the flapping of his tiny wings made it look like it was only the Lalafell's grip on the reins that was keeping the Chocobo from starting the race early. Although, with how much the boy was bouncing about in the saddle, it would be rather hard to believe that he had any hand in keeping the bird stationary of all things.
"I'm ready! So ready! The most ready!" Chachanji chimed, as if he wasn't expressing that clearly enough through his quite animated body language. His fervor was echoed by a trilling, excited cry from his little mount. In both word and deed, the little bird and his little rider were quite obviously ready and raring to go.
"Avenger isn't my friend already?" the youngest Gegenji piped up when the Free-Sworn mentioned it, giving the bird in question a pat on his feathered neck and receiving bright-eyed look in return. The two of them shared a brief bonding moment, youth to youth, as Roen reminisced on Chocobos of the past. Both returned their gazes to her once she started speaking again however, albeit Avenger's eye soon started wandering again in relatively short order.
The Hyur seemed almost psychic as she continued her explanation on both what she meant and the task for the day, which neatly answered the Lalafell's question. It wasn't a matter of just being friends, it was about becoming the best of friends, like he was with Gran or Leanne. Chachan was at least 98.5% certain Gran would remain steadfastly by his side in a heroic battle, and he would certainly need to be just as confident in his mighty steed as well in such situations. Unless he rode Gran, of course, which a couple people had mentioned in passing; that would neatly solve the problem. It would certainly leave Avenger feeling left out, and Chachanji didn't want to leave his new feathered friend out of any impending heroism.
Thoughts on mount options and their opinions quickly melted away into the aether once Roen brought up the idea of a race, however. After all, it was hard to remain focused on such serious concepts as the proper steed to ride into battle when he was being offered the chance to run full tilt astride Avenger with no consequences right now. The number of required jumps sounded suspiciously like an assignment, but the excited Chachanji spent little time dwelling on that fact. Because, come on, it was a race - what was not to be excited about?
"Ah, a race!? Really really?" The lad's almost boundless energy seemed to flow into his mount, and Avenger started doing a little excited dance of his own. The shifting of foot to foot and the flapping of his tiny wings made it look like it was only the Lalafell's grip on the reins that was keeping the Chocobo from starting the race early. Although, with how much the boy was bouncing about in the saddle, it would be rather hard to believe that he had any hand in keeping the bird stationary of all things.
"I'm ready! So ready! The most ready!" Chachanji chimed, as if he wasn't expressing that clearly enough through his quite animated body language. His fervor was echoed by a trilling, excited cry from his little mount. In both word and deed, the little bird and his little rider were quite obviously ready and raring to go.
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