"A mighty fine cast, my girl. Where'd you learn to fish?"
"Struck up a friendship with the head of the Fishers' Guild in Limsa once I settled in there. We used to sit on the dock after I finished my shifts at the Drowning Wench and see what the Navigator would let us have."
As much as she enjoyed her now regular fishing trips with Steinarr catching up on the years they had missed, she couldn't help but feel like she was being watched this time.
A loud screech from behind startled them both.
"By the Matron! That...I think it's a quetzal!"
"A quetzal. A bird so rare I thought they might be a myth. I've never met a soul who saw one in the flesh. To see one is a herald of good fortune and legend says they are divinities themselves."
"The little god seems to like you. Perhaps you should take it on your next adventure."
"I think I should talk to the Dawnservants before I go taking a rare turali bird. Though I would very much like to...."
"I doubt there is anything the Vows of Reason and Resolve could do to stop your new little friend from following you."