( rojo. )
“Waaaark! Reeeedooooooooooo!” Rojo chirps, overwhelmed in glee. Immediately, the chocobo rubs his head against the red mage. “Indeed! Many travels and treasures! Rojo has big herd and chicobos!”
Rojo’s wings embrace him. His fluffy feathers seeming to absorb the warrior. This chocobo was far too happy. Even his chicobos hug him.
Originally posted by pir-ado
🙜|🙞 He nodded briskly, nose scrunching up a bit—he still did not know what manner of creature Rojo was, and was wholly unaccustomed to their smell... A few gentle pats were given over his graceful feathered neck, with the red mage realizing that he was a splitting image of the strange statues in Cornelia’s throne room. “My world is bereft of your kin, sadly. The only ones that can compare are the cockatrices, but they always make it a point to scratch one’s eyes out!” “Well, would you look at that!” The high-pitched chirping did not go unmissed, and he spared a glance at the skipping chicobos. “If by the next time I come around and there were scores of these younglings pecking and gallivanting about, I would not be the least surprised.”
/ @fabulousredkweh. /
