Hearing the tall woman's response, the rider was satisfied. She let go of the redhead and turned, clucking her tongue to the chocobo who gently padded up to her. In a smooth motion, she mounted its back and tucked the ball into a messenger-bag sack on the side of the saddle. The pale woman pulled her cloaks' hood back over her head and with a gentle squeeze of her heels, rode at a walking pace to the village. Despite the slower pace, the chocobo easily passed the red head that had told her it was alright to have the ball with its long strides. As they passed, the chocobo even turned to briefly nuzzle its massive beak against the amazon woman, a chirping purr vibrating its long throat. It continued on its way with another gentle squeeze of the heels, prompting the blue chocobo to leave the red head behind.

Once she had reached the gates, she passed by the guards who appeared curious of the blue shade of her chocobo, but didn't stop her to ask any questions. She made her way to the stables, where she dismounted and paid a small fee for his care taking. With a gentle, pale hand stroking his beak as a brief goodbye, she left the chocobo's side to make her way through the medium sized village. There was a few unnerved glances in her direction, but most everyone was preparing for the feast that was honoring the blitzball players she had met on the beach and had no time to oggle newcomers. She recalled hearing about some sort of legendary heroes and their children residing in this village, but she knew none of their faces and as her blue eyes shone beneath the shadow of her hood, she recognized none of their faces. At last, she found herself standing in the shadow of the great Besaid Temple. She paused just in front of it and raised her gaze upward to admire the tremendous architecture.

The temple was aged, but not unattractively so. Many plants grew up its walls, but none of them weeds. Some were even crawling flowers that had opened up in the full sunlight of the day. Whoever was now taking care of the temple hadn't left it in total disrepair, but must have observed the small cracks forming in various parts of the stones. Not enough to bring down the structure but enough to make it show its age. 

Yes... this was where she needed to be. Like a shadow, the rider moved in silence as she made her way to the Temple's entrance.