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[ When Gabranth takes a moment's rest from the hunt to address his locket, it's without his helm in sight...or much of his plate at all, really. There's little need for the clank of his armor to make this task any more difficult, after all.

No, he's opted for lighter gear this time, though not so light as to afford little protection against the cold. He's leaning back against a tree, cloak pulled tight about his shoulders, while a large chocobo — dark black in hue, down to its very beak — fluffs its feathers and preens itself behind him. ]

Two months have passed since first I found myself in this Drabwurld, and yet still it presents me with unexpected turns... Long have I known war, and long have I taken part in it. Yet not once have I ever known of any faction that would bid its warriors to take as their greatest priority a ritual so arcane as this.

[ He pauses for just a moment, mulling it over. The chocobo behind him seems to have taken notice, and is now watching the locket with keen interest. ]

But I do suppose what would be seen as exceptionally unusual in Ivalice could hardly be considered so in a world such as this. Not where gods and creatures of legend are demonstrably known to be far more than that — mere legend...

[ If he intends to continue on that line of thought, he doesn't get a chance, as the chocobo shoves its head past his shoulder in an attempt to snap and bite at the locket. ]

Stop that. [ He clucks his tongue, holds the locket out of reach with one hand, and shoves the bird's head away with the other, to which it responds with an agitated wark but makes no effort to resist.

Gabranth gives the locket one last, brief address before he snaps it shut: ] My apologies; I'd best be on my way, before this one grows even more restless.

( ooc: if anyone wants to action it up with him in the woods, please feel free! )

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[ ... Ah. And now his previous conversation makes a little more sense. ]

By virtue of my service to the Seelie court.

[ In fewer words: a boon. ]

You hail from Ivalice, I presume?

Ugh. [Of course he's seelie. Wait, what.]

No, I'm from Gran Pulse. I've never even heard of Ivalice.

[Normally she'd be a lot more round-about, but at the moment she can't lie so...]

[ A girl who recognizes chocobos, but knows nothing of Ivalice... It doesn't strike him as particularly unusual that chocobos should exist beyond his own world, but it's still something for him to consider. ]

If what I've been told is correct, you've a chocobo of your own, aye?

I've got three.

[The screen is suddenly covered in swirling black and white energy, and when it fades, Lumina is standing in the unseelie stables. Her black chocobo is standing in one of the stalls, and he warks happily when he spots her. There are two smaller, yellow birds, far smaller and younger, running loose around the building too.]

This is Chaos!

[ Chaos, indeed. The sight is enough to make Gabranth's brows lift. ]

In Ivalice, black chocobos are considered a feral sort. [ Which might explain a thing or two about his own, now that he thinks about it... But, anyway: ] Does the same hold true, I wonder, in your Gran Pulse?

Nope! [Lumina answers immediately, then pauses.] Actually, I have no idea. All but the yellow ones were extinct when I came from. But there used to be black ones, forever ago.

I think they were pretty much all feral, unless you tamed them. I mean, as feral as big friendly birds ever get.

[Chaos stomps over to peer over Lumina's shoulder at the locket. He's always so nosy.]

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