Her first instinct was to touch it, and Alana's hand paused less than an inch from the creature's beak. The girl's purple eyes regarded the bird's beady eyes with the same curiosity that it showed toward her. She gently stroked it a couple of times before she leant the makeshift spear against the stall so she could pet it with both hands.
She didn't even glance at Clover as she approached. The chocobo was -- for the moment at least -- Alana's entire world. She could tell it was a younger one; that it probably had a few more inches to grow. She briefly pondered its gender before deciding it didn't matter, and then she finally turned to the girl that had guided her to the stable, studying her shoes for a bit before looking at Clover's face. It wasn't quite her eyes, like Alana's mother had told her to, but it was a start.
"Uh... Nope. We really only have Gertrude right now, 'n' she's pretty old," Alana says, taking her eyes off Clover for a moment to peer at the childrens' backs. "Dad says we'll get a couple younger ones soon 'n' maybe breed them, though." Alana shrugged, her brother's voice echoing in her head, reminding her that it probably won't happen. She took one hand from the bird's beak and glanced from it to Clover. "Y'want t'come 'n' pat it, too?"
She didn't even glance at Clover as she approached. The chocobo was -- for the moment at least -- Alana's entire world. She could tell it was a younger one; that it probably had a few more inches to grow. She briefly pondered its gender before deciding it didn't matter, and then she finally turned to the girl that had guided her to the stable, studying her shoes for a bit before looking at Clover's face. It wasn't quite her eyes, like Alana's mother had told her to, but it was a start.
"Uh... Nope. We really only have Gertrude right now, 'n' she's pretty old," Alana says, taking her eyes off Clover for a moment to peer at the childrens' backs. "Dad says we'll get a couple younger ones soon 'n' maybe breed them, though." Alana shrugged, her brother's voice echoing in her head, reminding her that it probably won't happen. She took one hand from the bird's beak and glanced from it to Clover. "Y'want t'come 'n' pat it, too?"
RP Profile | Characters: Alana Black (Balmung)
