Roen chuckled at the boy’s excitement. Goldwind echoed the younger bird’s readiness with a wark of his own, stomping and scratching at the dirt ground. They were all causing quite the ruckus! Even Gagari and Hihiyaja, the two Lalafells that were on hand to tend to the Royal Plantations, looked up from their tasks, curious brows raised.
The paladin spun her mount around, lining up alongside Chachanji and Avenger. The two birds’ symphony of trills echoed across the warm Thanalan afternoon sky, and a thin cloud of dust rose around them as the chocobos bounced about in anticipation.
“Gagari!†Roen called over as the Lalafell farmer came up to the wooden fence. While the Dunefolk farmer usually had a tired air about her, the pending race seemed to perk her interest. Her yellow-orange eyes were curious. “Can you start us off?†Roen asked her.
Hihiyaja bounced up next to Gagari with a wide grin. “Oh! A race! Good luck Miss Deneith!â€
Roen answered her with a delighted wink. She had come to know Gigari and Hihiyaja well; they were a kind and understanding pair, even if the hardship of cultivating the dry desert lands oft weighed upon their shoulders. It was good to see them smile.
Gagari climbed up to the top wooden rail, as if to make show of things, and came to a balanced perch on a wooden column. “Well, I am cheering for Chachanji!†she teased as she raised her hand. “Ready…â€
A dramatic pause. “Set…â€
Roen glanced to Chachanji, assessing his readiness. Goldwind’s top feathers popped straight up at attention, then flattened as the bird lowered his head. She could tell her mount was raring to go, and found herself grinning ear to ear.
The raised hand dropped. “GO!â€
The paladin spun her mount around, lining up alongside Chachanji and Avenger. The two birds’ symphony of trills echoed across the warm Thanalan afternoon sky, and a thin cloud of dust rose around them as the chocobos bounced about in anticipation.
“Gagari!†Roen called over as the Lalafell farmer came up to the wooden fence. While the Dunefolk farmer usually had a tired air about her, the pending race seemed to perk her interest. Her yellow-orange eyes were curious. “Can you start us off?†Roen asked her.
Hihiyaja bounced up next to Gagari with a wide grin. “Oh! A race! Good luck Miss Deneith!â€
Roen answered her with a delighted wink. She had come to know Gigari and Hihiyaja well; they were a kind and understanding pair, even if the hardship of cultivating the dry desert lands oft weighed upon their shoulders. It was good to see them smile.
Gagari climbed up to the top wooden rail, as if to make show of things, and came to a balanced perch on a wooden column. “Well, I am cheering for Chachanji!†she teased as she raised her hand. “Ready…â€
A dramatic pause. “Set…â€
Roen glanced to Chachanji, assessing his readiness. Goldwind’s top feathers popped straight up at attention, then flattened as the bird lowered his head. She could tell her mount was raring to go, and found herself grinning ear to ear.
The raised hand dropped. “GO!â€
