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[color=DCDCDC]Dawnlight brought with it a hectic flurry of activity. Groggy-eyed, and frankly still exhausted from the previous night’s excursion, Neve followed Team Kirin as they were guided to the castle’s stables with hardly a word escaping her lips. She was no stranger to waking up early– in fact, the Grovemasters often made her rise from bed before the first rays. What she wasn’t accustomed to was spending all of her energy healing the wounded so late at night, then having to rise early the next day with hardly any time to recuperate. All of her spells had always been cast at a leisurely pace with ample time to rest in between cures, but the number of wounded last night meant that there was little time to take a breath of respite. When everything was done and over with, she could hardly stand straight. Thank Etro that Arton was kind enough to lend her his arm on the way back to their room. If he hadn’t, she was certain that she would have collapsed and slept on the stairwell all through the night. Neve would have to thank him later.

The castle guard gifted them a flock of chocobo to use during their travels. It was surprising to see their unique hue. She was very much used to the canary yellow ones one found in Drana Asneau, but these looked different. Their color was much more muted and bordered on a silvery-gray. All of them had striking blue eyes that were bright and lively and they chirruped excitedly as the stablehands fitted them with leather saddles and reins. [b]”Their color will distinguish your team from ordinary rabble that pass through towns,”[/b] one of the guards had told them, [b]”Silver chocobos are exclusive to Leonhart’s warriors.”[/b]


They had also been granted a wagon that was pulled by stockier, standard chocobos. It was driven by a cheery [url=https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/1071583128331763864/1090040414146400296/143-1435355_click-to-expand-moogle-final-fantasy-xii.png]moogle[/url] whose name was Goug– at least, that was what Neve had heard while she stroked the feathers of the chocobo that had been granted. The castle’s guards made introductions fairly brief, anyways, and before long they were sent on their way through the city. The sound of church bells rung through the cobblestone-paved streets as Balmung’s denizens rushed out from their homes to bid them farewell. Their beaming faces, so full of hope and vigor, was enough to allow a tired smile to crawl its way over her lips. 

They would… no, they [i]had[/i] to come back victorious for the good of people like those. 

Team Kirin left Balmung and turned northwards, their path pointed towards Osprey. Neve wasn’t sure how long it would take them to reach the northern nation, though she was excited to experience its warm weather. Their troupe marched far, far down the path, and the paved promenade soon morphed into dirt roads. The sun was at its halfway point in the sky when the dirt roads disappeared and they were left without any waymarks at all. Ahead of them laid what appeared to be an endless sea of lush and very long emerald grass that glistened under the midday sun. Wind rippled over it and made it seem like it was alive.. Her eyes scoped the fields and the distant, snow-capped mountains that stood stark against the sea of blue above. 

[color=659EC7][b]”I don’t think I’ve ever even dreamt of such a place,”[/b][/color] she murmured. [color=659EC7][b]”It’s so beautiful.”[/b][/color]

[b]”These are the Stormseas, kupo! Across from them are the mountains of Midgar.”[/b] Goug shouted from the back of their group. [b]”Yes, they’re pretty, but many a traveler get lost here because of the tall grass– or worse. Best keep your wits about you and stick close together!”[/b][/color]