"Kweh !"
"No Boko ! I told this was mine, you can't have any of , take these greens and leave me alone."
In a forest near Tycoon, a 20 years old wanderer named Bartz Klauser was preparing himself to eat his dinner. Across of him, sitting on a bunch of leaves, lied his inseperable friend Boko, a golden-feathered chocobo pecking the greens he had just received a mere moment . Bartz looked at his friend eating his dinner before looking at the food he was busy grilling. A fat fish that he had managed to catch this very morning.
"Thanks to your little trick yesterday, I haven't had anything to eat in days. I'm starving."
"Kweh" responded the big bird not without an once of sass. Which had for effects of making Bartz frown
Years of travelling together had taught Bartz the ability to fully understand any of his companions's "kwehs".He cut the chocobo a suspicious side-eye as he was delicately chewing on the now perfectly grilled fish.
"What do you mean, I am exaggerating." The man retorked. "You know very well that we've been out of gil for days and those roasted zuu's wings were suppose to help me last for days. All I had left was fishing which I'm not very good at. How are we suppose to reach Tule if you keep eating all my food."
Boko stayed silent. He obviously wasn't listening to any of his ramblings. Nevermind when Boko starts eating, he becomes disconnect from pretty much anything. Guess I'll do the same.
The chocobo glanced at his owner who had stop arguing in favor of feasting himself on the superb grilled fish he had finished cooking. Bartz fully enjoying every bit of the juicy food, it was very well known that the fishes living around Tycoon were reputed to be a real treat. In fact, the kingdom prouded itself on having the best seafoods on the planet. Every stopover did not fail to make the brunette spend hundreds upon hundreds of gils.
"I want you too see everything this world has to offer."
Those were the dying words of Dorgann Klauser, Bartz's father. His mother, Stella Klauser had abruptly collapsed and died in their home when he was still a young infant.
Ever since then Dorgann had taken upon himself to raise his son as a fine young man. They moved around until he fell terminally ill and died leaving a seventeen years old Bartz all alone.
His final wishes were being buried next to his dear wife, and for his son to explore the world.
So Bartz did as his father wanted. For the last three years, he had constantly been on the move, visiting countless towns, exploring countless caves.
Bartz looked up, smiling while losing himself in his fantasy (or dare I say his FINAL FANTASY get it).
This is what you wanted, right Dad ? I admit that it was kinda scary at first but you were right, I think I'm suited for this kind of life. Thank you for everything, I just wish you had shared all your secrets, all your pains instead of keeping them to yourself. Say Hi to mom for me.
Boko was lying on his bed of leaves, staring at Bartz who had been mentally absent for several minutes. The chocobo wondered if it was best to snap him out of his trance-like status before setting on a little WARK that successfully reached his friend's mind.
When Bartz came to his mind, the first thing he noticed was Boko, head on his lap looking at him right in the eyes.
He looks...concerned ?!
While Bartz usually had his moments when he was noticeably quiet, he had noticed that the usually happy-go-lucky young man had recently been more and more in his own world lately.
The wanderer cracked a smile and pat his chocobo on head. "Hey man, don't worry too much about it. Was just reminiscent of something, I swear". The chocobo sent a questionning look at his partner before letting himself get loose at his petting.
They stayed in silence for several minutes. Only when a loud sound erupted that they stopped their cuddling to inspect the origin of the noise.
Bartz quickly rose from his sitting and started looking towards the lake. Judging by the intensity of the sound it made on impact, whatever that had submerged in the water had most likely been falling from a very high altitude.
After a few looks towards the non identified object had sank, Bartz shook his head and started walking in the opposite direction. Even thought he would usually be ecstastic about those kind of things, it seemed that today was not one of those days.
"Let's go Boko, it's really nothing of our bussiness, the noise must have alerted the nearby monsters. If we stay too long we'll be at their mercy."
Boko rapidly got up and went in front of Bartz, as if to block his way. He visibly wasn't sharing his idea of ignoring whatever had been the cause of the shattering of their tranquility moments ago.
"Boko, Get out of the way ! We're leaving, I have no interest in diving in the water just because you want to play mystery gang." Bartz defended himself but it was no use as the chocobo always had answers to everything.
In the end, Bartz gave up, he shrugged and looked at his chocobo right in the eyes, a weak smile on his face.
"Let's go Boko"
