Apocryphal Knells

Musings Eight

Flaunting One's Feathers

There is a ranch between the mount's base and the field's vastness. Not too old an establishment, but a new location amongst breeders and entertainment venues. Namely, for Chocobo. Standing taller than my own height and staff, these birds are raised to adjust to a given rider. I believed I was too heavy, even for the burliest of them. So, Zelsuric decided to give riding a try.

Almost a natural, he is. They love him, and it baffles me! Slathering his talent in my face, he challenges me to a race.

I decline in blank-faced jealousy. Away goeth my pride….