Roen was certain that Chachanji would win the race. There was a certain amount of pride that swelled in her chest as she saw him streak toward the Sultantree, Avenger leaving a long trail of dust in his wake. Roen spurred Goldwind onward in a full sprint toward the finish, but she was racing through an unpaved path, while Chachanji was on the main road--and much closer to the looming tree.
Except…the paladin found herself closing that gap. As she neared the road, she could see that the Lalafell youth had slumped in his seat, his head hung low. And Avenger had sensed the soured mood of the rider. and the young bird’s enthusiasm was waning to mirror that of Chachanji’s.
It took a moment before Roen realized why: Chachanji was glancing about his surroundings frantically. He had not made that last jump. Roen herself had to resort to chasing creatures to do it, and likely that prospect did not appeal to him after watching the result of her choices. And now, even as they neared the end of the race, the young Lalafell looked defeated. The paladin pursed her lips in thought, before a new grin tugged at her lips lopsidedly.
Goldwind let out a quizzical mrh as Roen tugged on the reins and veered them away from the direct path to the Sultantree. Instead, she guided her bird in a straight line toward the road that Chachanji and Avenger were on. With the younger rider’s slowing pace, Roen knew they had a chance of crossing the road just in front of her pupil.
Roen put two fingers between her lips and let out a sharp whistle when she and Goldwind came within hearing distance of the younger pair. “Chachanji! Think fast!â€
With that she lowered herself close to Goldwind’s back, and her bird lowered its head, as if sensing what was about to happen. Either Chachanji had to be quick to react...
Else there was going to be a fantastic collision of two sprinting chocobos.
Except…the paladin found herself closing that gap. As she neared the road, she could see that the Lalafell youth had slumped in his seat, his head hung low. And Avenger had sensed the soured mood of the rider. and the young bird’s enthusiasm was waning to mirror that of Chachanji’s.
It took a moment before Roen realized why: Chachanji was glancing about his surroundings frantically. He had not made that last jump. Roen herself had to resort to chasing creatures to do it, and likely that prospect did not appeal to him after watching the result of her choices. And now, even as they neared the end of the race, the young Lalafell looked defeated. The paladin pursed her lips in thought, before a new grin tugged at her lips lopsidedly.
Goldwind let out a quizzical mrh as Roen tugged on the reins and veered them away from the direct path to the Sultantree. Instead, she guided her bird in a straight line toward the road that Chachanji and Avenger were on. With the younger rider’s slowing pace, Roen knew they had a chance of crossing the road just in front of her pupil.
Roen put two fingers between her lips and let out a sharp whistle when she and Goldwind came within hearing distance of the younger pair. “Chachanji! Think fast!â€
With that she lowered herself close to Goldwind’s back, and her bird lowered its head, as if sensing what was about to happen. Either Chachanji had to be quick to react...
Else there was going to be a fantastic collision of two sprinting chocobos.
