Shelke wasn't sure what had drawn to the chocobo ranch, after she had heard about it. She didn't have any particular interest in riding one, she was fairly certain she wasn't even large enough to do so. And yet when she had found out there was a whole ranch of the giant riding birds, she'd found herself wandering in that direction almost immediately.
Which was what brought her to the fence outside of their pen, her feet on the bottom rung and her arms folded across the top, watching the birds rushing about and grazing in the grass. For a moment, she probably even looked like a real little kid. But only for a moment.
Her time in Deepground had been devoid of most animals, besides the trained attack creatures they had bred down there. Chocobos had been things of stories and pictures and half-remembered moments from before she had been taken. She'd always thought they'd be bigger...
"Do you want to go ask about them?" Her moogle was perched a foot or so away from her on the fance, and Shelke's unnaturally blue eyes flicked towards the little bear for a moment, just a moment, before she shook her head.
"No."
It was mostly a lie.
5: I believe I can fly~
Since she'd come on board the airship, Shelke hadn't once bothered to go below deck. On the ships she had been on during the war (all...two of them), they hadn't had exterior decks, and she'd been trapped below, working or just waiting. This airship, with its open surface and large expansive view, was such a change that she didn't want to leave it for even a moment.
Not that she was admitting that, of course. There were tactical reasons to remain above deck, and with the absence of her powers, she couldn't simply turn invisible and sneak out when things became difficult, or rely on her speed to move her out of harms way. She would be much safer here, with more routes of escape.
So she told herself, anyway.
She wasn't exactly trying to be safe, at least at the moment, since she was sitting on a barrel probably much to close to the side of the ship, her luggage wrapped up and resting on the ground by her feet, a long, thin rapier tucked into the bundle of clothing and other essentials.
"You should be careful!" Her little moogle fretted, but she just shrugged and kept her attention on the scenery as she passed, occasionally leaning over to look at something below them.
Shelke Rui | FFVII: Dirge of Cerberus
Shelke wasn't sure what had drawn to the chocobo ranch, after she had heard about it. She didn't have any particular interest in riding one, she was fairly certain she wasn't even large enough to do so. And yet when she had found out there was a whole ranch of the giant riding birds, she'd found herself wandering in that direction almost immediately.
Which was what brought her to the fence outside of their pen, her feet on the bottom rung and her arms folded across the top, watching the birds rushing about and grazing in the grass. For a moment, she probably even looked like a real little kid. But only for a moment.
Her time in Deepground had been devoid of most animals, besides the trained attack creatures they had bred down there. Chocobos had been things of stories and pictures and half-remembered moments from before she had been taken. She'd always thought they'd be bigger...
"Do you want to go ask about them?" Her moogle was perched a foot or so away from her on the fance, and Shelke's unnaturally blue eyes flicked towards the little bear for a moment, just a moment, before she shook her head.
"No."
It was mostly a lie.
5: I believe I can fly~
Since she'd come on board the airship, Shelke hadn't once bothered to go below deck. On the ships she had been on during the war (all...two of them), they hadn't had exterior decks, and she'd been trapped below, working or just waiting. This airship, with its open surface and large expansive view, was such a change that she didn't want to leave it for even a moment.
Not that she was admitting that, of course. There were tactical reasons to remain above deck, and with the absence of her powers, she couldn't simply turn invisible and sneak out when things became difficult, or rely on her speed to move her out of harms way. She would be much safer here, with more routes of escape.
So she told herself, anyway.
She wasn't exactly trying to be safe, at least at the moment, since she was sitting on a barrel probably much to close to the side of the ship, her luggage wrapped up and resting on the ground by her feet, a long, thin rapier tucked into the bundle of clothing and other essentials.
"You should be careful!" Her little moogle fretted, but she just shrugged and kept her attention on the scenery as she passed, occasionally leaning over to look at something below them.
Leaning over just a tad too far, perhaps...