Ary, now astride Rigyry, dashed through the same forests that had sheltered him the previous night. Noon was fast approaching and Ary knew that he was already going to late for the start of the festivities. It had taken longer than he though to wash up and pack up his gear. At least now he looked like a professional.
He’d taken the time to polish his armor and great sword before setting out and now both gleamed in the sun. Despite the protests from Rigyry he’d also managed to get a saddle on the chocobo. Normally he rode without it, but the all important professional look demanded a properly outfitted mount.
As they broke the tree line, Ary could see something that he definitely wasn’t expecting. It was an older woman in mage’s robes riding a white chocobo of all things. He’d heard of the birds and had seen one from afar years ago. To see one tamed and ridden was a sight. Ary clicked his tongue twice and held onto his reins tightly as Rigyry sped up to cover the distance between them. Ary couldn’t be sure, but it seemed like the white chocobo was the slower of the two. With their rarity and elusiveness Ary would have assumed that the whites were faster.
As he came up alongside the woman he called over to her, genuinely interested in just who she was, “Hail. Don’t see many travelers on foot or claw these days. If I might ask, who are you traveler and from where do you come?”
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Strangers, waitin’, up and down the boulevard, their shadows searchin’ in the night…
Streetlights, people, livin’ just to find emotion, hiding somewhere in the night!!!
-Don’t Stop Believing by Journey
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