by Uncle Pervy » Tue Jun 10, 2003 3:45 pm
A young woman sits upon a rock not too far from the clearing. Her robes, white and bordered with the distinctive scarlet triangles of the Order of White Magic, concern most of her body, save for her slender hands and her face. Her eyes are green, and her hair bright red, its length obscured by her hood. The distinctive emblem of the Doman Guard adorns the robes as well.
Resting on ground before her is a large black chocobo, contentedly munching on some greens growing at the edge of the rock. The bird is clad in a set of light barding that it seems to be fond, a gift from its previous owner. The chestplate is etched with the flag of Barius.
"I'll still never understand why he just gave you to me, Hanger," She says to the chocobo, talking to him as though she expected him to reply. "I was ready to buy you from him, but he just shrugged and handed you over. I hope he didn't think was abusing authority to get you or anything..."
The sound of voices catchs her attention, and Hanger's as well. "Do you think it's some of Loake's stranglers?" she asks the bird.
"Wark," it replies, giving its typical answer for everything.
The white mage recalled all too well the battle she had against Loake's hirelings nearly a week ago. Though she, Kyle, Kelne, and James had succeeded in taking Loake prisoner, she herself was caught by rogue ground forces, and was used as a distraction while Loake escaped. While she thought that the Guard was able to round up all of the men that the Dragonhalf left behind when he escaped, it wasn't impossible that a few slipped away.
Quietly, she leaps onto Hanger's back; her divided robes allowing her to sit aside on the chocobo rather than ride side-saddle, and rides toward the clearing where Ship and the rest speak.