[color=darkturquoise][h3][b]Cesar Lorenzo Tidesong Bolivar[/b]
The Vale, [i]The Mystical Martin.[/i][/h3][/color]

Cesar looked back and forth as his allies discussed what to do with the stone that turns into a bird at... dawn, was it? It didn't matter too much to him. He just knew that those overgrown seagulls were annoyingly vicious, and [i]quite[/i] strong, as well. You'd need strength in order to not get blasted off by his thundering voice, anyway, Cesar would have thought.

[color=darkturquoise][i]Come to think of it, they were more of an annoyance than an actual threat. With a little training, though, they could prove to be quite the helpful allies, and mounts, as well! Hey, wait a minute...[/i][/color]

Cesar snapped up, standing at a more erect pose, his eyebrows raised as if he had just thought of a "genius" idea.

[color=darkturquoise]"Hey, friends! I've just thought of a potential solution to our little- or should I say, unusually sized- seagull conundrum! Why don't we have one of us who is skilled at working with animals, or at least is the most attuned to nature,"[/color] Cesar quipped, before looking directly at Theodore, [color=darkturquoise]"Aide in training these stubborne [i]pájaros negros[/i] to serve us, eh? At best, they can serve as our mighty mounts as we trek through these mysterious lands! Worst case scenario, they can just serve as fodder! What does everyone say? Can I get a 'yay' for feathered mounts?"





"... Friends?"[/color]