Odin! [Letting his forehead thump against the rusted metal of the broken-open gate when he gets no response at all, Cloud groans. If he'd had the gil to leave last year, this wouldn't have happened (or, at least, he wouldn't be the one to deal with it). Now he's gonna get reamed out, if just for being late and 'endangering my prize cob!' Suppressing a snort, Cloud rolls his eyes. As much as you can have a prize cob out in the middle of nowhere!
... Not that Odin isn't a stunning example of a male chocobo and definitely the best in the mayor's stable, but. You know. Still. Nothing for it, though; he's going to have to go get him, if he's not coming back on his own. Eyeing the huge mansion, looking more dark and overgrown than as rundown as he'd thought it would, Cloud only very reluctantly steps past the gate. He's not sure why Odin ran off, and all the way over here, but the looming feeling that settles against the back of his neck just a few steps past the gate makes Cloud wish he really hadn't.
There's so many rumours and tales about what's in the mansion (and the surrounding forest, this side of the foot of Mount Nibelheim, the fog that cloaks the mountain creeping all the way down), so who knows which is true, but he'd really rather... not find out. He was taunted into going here once when he was ten, but he's not exactly sure what happened, back then---]
Garden, g-garden!
Gah--! [Jerking back, Cloud tries to still his startled heart and glowers at the little bird fluttering about his head for a few more cheerful twittering announcements before it settles right there, tugging on his spikes.] ... yeah, thanks.
[Another narrow glance thrown upwards even if he can't see the bird at this angle, and Cloud veers off from the building to go around it instead - and spots Odin's path soon enough, now that he's been directed in the right way. With a sigh, he walks.
It's not that he's not thankful for the help, and being 'gifted' with the ability to understand birds (what the... fairy? enchantress? he doesn't know, he doesn't care, had said was 'the birds will always help you as you've helped them, the time he'd rescued one and found it turning into a stately old woman) wasn't one of the worst gifts you could get, but... Birds talk about a few things only, and can sometimes be difficult to understand and Cloud really could just have settled for something more obnoxious like leaving flowers in his wake.
(Having gold or jewels spilling out of your mouth would be helpful, but that seems like too much to expect.)
But they help, honestly, and...]
Planet. Odin. [Groaning, he jogs over to the huge chocobo, who barely looks up to wark a welcome at him while he pigs out on the wild-growing ghysal greens that seem like they were part of a kitchen garden once. Snagging the bird's reins, Cloud sighs, looking over the devastation Odin has caused just getting in here, not to talk about eating.]
Good thing no one lives here...
[And Cloud tells himself it's just his imagination the way that sense of glaring looming seems to have intensified the more time passes.]
ii and i'm very sorry for this...
... Not that Odin isn't a stunning example of a male chocobo and definitely the best in the mayor's stable, but. You know. Still. Nothing for it, though; he's going to have to go get him, if he's not coming back on his own. Eyeing the huge mansion, looking more dark and overgrown than as rundown as he'd thought it would, Cloud only very reluctantly steps past the gate. He's not sure why Odin ran off, and all the way over here, but the looming feeling that settles against the back of his neck just a few steps past the gate makes Cloud wish he really hadn't.
There's so many rumours and tales about what's in the mansion (and the surrounding forest, this side of the foot of Mount Nibelheim, the fog that cloaks the mountain creeping all the way down), so who knows which is true, but he'd really rather... not find out. He was taunted into going here once when he was ten, but he's not exactly sure what happened, back then---]
Garden, g-garden!
Gah--! [Jerking back, Cloud tries to still his startled heart and glowers at the little bird fluttering about his head for a few more cheerful twittering announcements before it settles right there, tugging on his spikes.] ... yeah, thanks.
[Another narrow glance thrown upwards even if he can't see the bird at this angle, and Cloud veers off from the building to go around it instead - and spots Odin's path soon enough, now that he's been directed in the right way. With a sigh, he walks.
It's not that he's not thankful for the help, and being 'gifted' with the ability to understand birds (what the... fairy? enchantress? he doesn't know, he doesn't care, had said was 'the birds will always help you as you've helped them, the time he'd rescued one and found it turning into a stately old woman) wasn't one of the worst gifts you could get, but... Birds talk about a few things only, and can sometimes be difficult to understand and Cloud really could just have settled for something more obnoxious like leaving flowers in his wake.
(Having gold or jewels spilling out of your mouth would be helpful, but that seems like too much to expect.)
But they help, honestly, and...]
Planet. Odin. [Groaning, he jogs over to the huge chocobo, who barely looks up to wark a welcome at him while he pigs out on the wild-growing ghysal greens that seem like they were part of a kitchen garden once. Snagging the bird's reins, Cloud sighs, looking over the devastation Odin has caused just getting in here, not to talk about eating.]
Good thing no one lives here...
[And Cloud tells himself it's just his imagination the way that sense of glaring looming seems to have intensified the more time passes.]