"C'mon, Avenger! Go, go, go!"
This day found Chachanji darting across the Thanalan stretches on his little Chocobo, Avenger. After his thrilling race with Ms. Roen, he had found himself often wanting to go out and go full tilt from astride his bird. It was probably why he had started taking more delivery-style jobs from Ms. Momodi, so he can have an excuse to do that very thing.
The two were stampeding back from such a task now, in fact. He had been tasked with relaying some paperwork to a mining site in place of a sick courier, so he had gathered up his bird and a snack or two for the trip, and set out on his way. Now he was returning triumphantly, hoping to make it back almost as quickly as he had made it there.
... At least, that had been the original plan. He had almost missed her, her white hair and skin almost blending in with the endless stretches of light tan. The fact that she was propped up against a rock gave her a stark contrast, however, as well as her clothing. He found himself slowing curiously as the gap between them lessened, and with the blur of motion dampened some... he notes spots of red on her raw, ivory-hued face.
"Um... h-haldo there, are ya akay?" the youngest Gegenji queried as he pulled his bird to a complete stop next to her, the albeit small bird's bulk adding just a bit more shade for the pale-hued Lalafell.
This day found Chachanji darting across the Thanalan stretches on his little Chocobo, Avenger. After his thrilling race with Ms. Roen, he had found himself often wanting to go out and go full tilt from astride his bird. It was probably why he had started taking more delivery-style jobs from Ms. Momodi, so he can have an excuse to do that very thing.
The two were stampeding back from such a task now, in fact. He had been tasked with relaying some paperwork to a mining site in place of a sick courier, so he had gathered up his bird and a snack or two for the trip, and set out on his way. Now he was returning triumphantly, hoping to make it back almost as quickly as he had made it there.
... At least, that had been the original plan. He had almost missed her, her white hair and skin almost blending in with the endless stretches of light tan. The fact that she was propped up against a rock gave her a stark contrast, however, as well as her clothing. He found himself slowing curiously as the gap between them lessened, and with the blur of motion dampened some... he notes spots of red on her raw, ivory-hued face.
"Um... h-haldo there, are ya akay?" the youngest Gegenji queried as he pulled his bird to a complete stop next to her, the albeit small bird's bulk adding just a bit more shade for the pale-hued Lalafell.
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