[two-legged animals were, as a rule, odd steeds. the gait just a touch too rapid to be considered comfortable, no matter how well-trained the beast, with no easy flow from front to back. still, as far as giant birds went? chocobos were pretty sweet.]
[he kept his hands on the saddle horn and eyes just over Amber's green head of hair, attention put toward a valiant effort of searching out the mushroom-like plants they needed. just ahead...--]
You're not on the bottom of the list. [a weak protest, more reflex than anything he believed would work.] Why? Mmn...
[brown meets orange. a tentative, tentative pause. then, not tentative at all:]
no subject
[he kept his hands on the saddle horn and eyes just over Amber's green head of hair, attention put toward a valiant effort of searching out the mushroom-like plants they needed. just ahead...--]
You're not on the bottom of the list. [a weak protest, more reflex than anything he believed would work.] Why? Mmn...
[brown meets orange. a tentative, tentative pause. then, not tentative at all:]
Did you see first hand what happened to him?