Chachanji hadn't even noticed Avenger's slowing pace, oblivious to anything but the looming Sultantree ahead and the utter lack of awesome jumping choices. His pout was legendary at this point, his lower lip jutting out grandiosely as he glanced left and right over and over again, hoping that he had missed something, anything he could use for that fifth and final jump. He was even debating doubling back and trying one of the beasties that Roen had settled on.
And it was that selfsame Hyur that snapped him out of his dreary dejection as her sharp whistle reached his ears. He glanced about wildly, though this time it was for the source of the sudden, harsh sound. His mentor's call turned his violet gaze towards her rapidly approaching form. A form that, as it closed, lowered its overall clearance level as if...
The little Lalafell had little time to dwell on exactly what Roen was doing. Reacting mostly on instinct, he yanked sharply on Avenger's reins and urged the little Chocobo into a sudden jump. The young bird warked in alarm at the sudden command, but obeyed nonetheless.
Time seemed to slow as the jump occurred, the two Chocobos occupying the same space in every dimension but the vertical. So close was the leap itself that Avenger's scaly toes brushed against Roen's back, the sharp talons and the bird's legs itself curled up tight in a desperate bid for a couple extra ilms of air. Then it was like stop motion as Avenger's forward foot extended again, reaching out for the familiarity of the road on the other side.
It landed solidly, Avenger's talons digging deep for purchase into the dirt. Another bounding step and the other foot did the same. Left... right... left, right. The stubborn little Chocobo found his footing and continued forward towards the Sultantree.
Meanwhile, astride the mount and looking quite shocked at what had just happened, was Chachanji. He blinked once, twice. He glanced over his shoulder towards the form of his mentor who, even now, was guiding Goldwind back towards their proper objective. And the little Lalafell grinned widely before letting out an excited whoop and pumping a tiny fist into the air.
"That. Was. AWESOME!"
And it was that selfsame Hyur that snapped him out of his dreary dejection as her sharp whistle reached his ears. He glanced about wildly, though this time it was for the source of the sudden, harsh sound. His mentor's call turned his violet gaze towards her rapidly approaching form. A form that, as it closed, lowered its overall clearance level as if...
The little Lalafell had little time to dwell on exactly what Roen was doing. Reacting mostly on instinct, he yanked sharply on Avenger's reins and urged the little Chocobo into a sudden jump. The young bird warked in alarm at the sudden command, but obeyed nonetheless.
Time seemed to slow as the jump occurred, the two Chocobos occupying the same space in every dimension but the vertical. So close was the leap itself that Avenger's scaly toes brushed against Roen's back, the sharp talons and the bird's legs itself curled up tight in a desperate bid for a couple extra ilms of air. Then it was like stop motion as Avenger's forward foot extended again, reaching out for the familiarity of the road on the other side.
It landed solidly, Avenger's talons digging deep for purchase into the dirt. Another bounding step and the other foot did the same. Left... right... left, right. The stubborn little Chocobo found his footing and continued forward towards the Sultantree.
Meanwhile, astride the mount and looking quite shocked at what had just happened, was Chachanji. He blinked once, twice. He glanced over his shoulder towards the form of his mentor who, even now, was guiding Goldwind back towards their proper objective. And the little Lalafell grinned widely before letting out an excited whoop and pumping a tiny fist into the air.
"That. Was. AWESOME!"
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