Ha ha ha. So I made it to chapter two. A chapter in which not much goes on, and doesn't have anything in it to advance the plot, but it seemed fun, and necessary somehow, although it's probably just because I don't really want this to be a romance fic. Because that'd be weird. I mean, it's Quena, for crying out loud.

Travel friend three shuffle out of tent. She tall, and in pretty red coat Freya yawn briskly, and strech up on rodent toes. Freya eyes dragon-esque, and glimmery like wet skin of TASTY FROG. Cool, bright-y. Freya turn to Zidane.

"so what is our plan, Zidane? Although it is most tempting to go after Kuja immediately, and time is of the essence, I for one do not believe we are strong enough to defeat him just yet." Zidane's energy no so good from run. He drag his feet until back at tent and crack jaw in giant yawn.

"for this morning, we sleep. This afternoon well train mindlessly. I'm going back to sleep now." Zidane fall into sleeping bag and soon start loud snore. Freya mutter scary words under breathing, but picks sleep now too. Even Vivi, who no feel like sleep now no in mood for much talk to Quena.

"but you know quena, I am getting kinda hungry now. How about you find something we both can eat, and I'll start a fire to cook it on? If… that is, if you want."

"QUENA CATCH BEST EVER FISH! VIVI SEE!" and s/he dart-waddle to beach where sun now start rise. Vivi sigh, and start gather for good wood, dry for fires.

Now, Quena think s/he be good, swiftly swimmer. Really, S/he more a good, swiftly THRASHER . When Quena see good fish, s/he can no get close to catch, fish flee thrashing with fastness. Soon Quena Come to water top, to air.

"No good. No fish I catch here. Fish much harder catch than frog."

Then Quena spot Chocobo. Chocobo spot Quena.

"kweh?"

Quena thrash fast out of water.

"kwehh!"

Quena waddle across shore, to Chocobo.

"Kwehh!"

Then Quena pounce. Chocobo run for all it worth. Chocobo Feathers go fly all places as it run in Frenzy panic.

"KWWEEEEEHHHH! KWWEEEEEHHHH!" Quena clich to choco bo left wing, life and limb. Finally, Quena manage squish under his/her vastness. "mmm. Zidaine say he eat Chocobo. Chicibo must be good taste." S/he look sly around, for the people maybe there. There no. "Quena give test for Chocobo taste…" Quena Give Chocobo good, broad up neck LICK.

"KWWWEEEEEEEEEEEEEHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

Zidaine wake to angry Quena face stand up over his.

"Chocobo" Quena Snarl, "do NO TASTE GOOD."