Golden feathers float earthwards, the sunlight seemingly enhancing their tincture. A weary wark departs the chocobo's beak in unison with the mounted cadet's yawn, both worn from hours of travelling. They had been on the move since the crack of dawn, but their destination was nowhere in sight. Feeling the need to stretch her legs, Sice slides from atop the steed and both feet hit the grass with a dull thud. A few minute break would be sufficient before taking off again.




















