[there's the sound of an impatient sigh followed by the unmistakable sound of a chocobo's complacent wrrg]

There isn't much point in following me, you know. They'll miss you at that park... wherever it's gone... sooner or later.

[a questioning wark? and then the soft sound of a reluctant skritching]You're desert-born, aren't you? I had a mount ( Read more... )