[Caitlyn's been expecting new comers any day. There's been an ongoing cycle that she's tracked ever since she arrived, a year ago now. Every other month, new people appear, and every other month, she wonders what new faces she might meet. So far, it's been nothing too exciting, just the usual batch of strangers, so she lets her guard down.
It's not unusual for her to spend time at the farm, ever since she made it a more permanent residence for her own chocobo, Toby. With the way the town had changed so much lately, it wasn't the safest place for such a bird.
So after finishing her work at her detective agency, and finishing some paperwork for Vi's bar, Lupin, she made her way to the fields, eager for some fresh air and a calming ride. What she didn't count on was seeing a familiar face at the edge of the fence.
She almost didn't believe what she was seeing. Ekko's previous visit to Aldrip had been so short, she sometimes wondered if she just imagined it. She certainly wasn't expecting him to turn up again, after all this time, but she knew her eyes weren't deceiving her.
It was easy enough to turn her solid white chocobo in the new direction, but as she drew closer, she hopped down from the saddle, choosing to clear the remaining distance by foot. Toby, her chocobo, trailed behind, clicking his beak curiously.]
They're beautiful, aren't they? They're called chocobos.
field day
It's not unusual for her to spend time at the farm, ever since she made it a more permanent residence for her own chocobo, Toby. With the way the town had changed so much lately, it wasn't the safest place for such a bird.
So after finishing her work at her detective agency, and finishing some paperwork for Vi's bar, Lupin, she made her way to the fields, eager for some fresh air and a calming ride. What she didn't count on was seeing a familiar face at the edge of the fence.
She almost didn't believe what she was seeing. Ekko's previous visit to Aldrip had been so short, she sometimes wondered if she just imagined it. She certainly wasn't expecting him to turn up again, after all this time, but she knew her eyes weren't deceiving her.
It was easy enough to turn her solid white chocobo in the new direction, but as she drew closer, she hopped down from the saddle, choosing to clear the remaining distance by foot. Toby, her chocobo, trailed behind, clicking his beak curiously.]
They're beautiful, aren't they? They're called chocobos.