Prompt: Pike, Number One - Chocobo
Damned Birds
″Oh, you've got to be kidding me.″
″Sadly not, sir.″ One didn't crack a smile, but Chris had the feeling that she rather wanted to, given his strong reaction to the proposed method of transport.
He took stock of the large, ungainly-looking yellow birds waiting in a small group in front of the landing party. ″They really expect us to ride around on these things?″
″It would seem so, sir.″ One cocked her head to the side slightly, taking in the creatures for a moment before turning back to him. ″At least none of the natives are carrying improbably large swords around over their shoulders or throwing dolls at us.″
″True. Guess that makes it a good day, overall.″ Chris gestured towards the first of the waiting creatures. ″After you, Commander.″