Posted: Apr 23 2012, 03:17 PM
Group: Final Fantasy
Member No.: 688
Joined: 6-April 12
Life in a castle wasn’t all bad. The worst part about it was easily the lack of in depth interaction. Politics were tolerable, not that she particularly enjoyed them. Being in command was something she’d never considered worrying about, at least for the longest time. Now she was practically shipped about for conferences and secret meetings, of which she had to be the voice of her people. She just hoped she was doing the right thing whenever she had to sign something. On the plus side, no one was berating her choices yet.
Today wasn’t one of those days, though. In fact, she was almost considering wandering out to the plains for a little scenic relaxation. It would’ve been frowned upon, though, so she settled for just grooming the Chocobos in the stables. Despite being of a royal name, she was determined not to let that stop her from doing some of her favorite activities. If they wouldn’t let her ride alone, she’d settle for pampering the creatures like they deserved. Maybe some saw them only as figures to be used for battle, but Ashe couldn’t help respecting their patience and peppy personalities.
There was one Chocobo, though, that disagreed with everyone it came in contact with. It was simply just plain stubborn and no one was even allowed to ride it. The only reason it remained in the position of the Dalmascan title was because Ashelia was determined to fix its bad attitude and maybe even make him her personal escort. Though she wasn’t having as much luck as she would’ve hoped. She had named him Ceres when he’d first arrived, but all they currently could determine specifically was that he was one of their fastest mounts. She was beginning to wonder if “Stupid Bird” would become his permanent name, though. The stable hands hated him.
One of her favorite aspects of being in the stables was that she could avoid the fancy garb of a Queen. Not that she didn’t like the elegance, but it didn’t exactly prove to be very practical in most situations. Instead, she got to don riding gear. One of her favorite outfits, whether she was actually riding or not. As she entered the stables, directly connected to the castle itself, she smiled. An excuse to act however she really wanted was comforting. She walked slowly down one of the rows of stalls, petting beaks, ruffling feathers, and tossing a couple carrots here and there. At the end was her little monster, scratching away at its walls.
”You know, you’re not hurting anyone with your attitude. Frankly, it’d be nice if you’d just straighten up.” She waved a carrot in front of the stall opening and chuckled as he quickly snatched it away, gobbling it down at the back of the pen. Hanging in front was a simple bridle and her small crop, which she picked up before slipping into his stall. ”You know what happens when you cop an attitude, Ceres. I’m just gonna run you a bit.” Despite his wiggling, she managed to slip on the bridle and held a long lunge line tidy in her free hand. He was fidgety, but she’d gotten used to him pulling on her hand and often spinning her around. Opening his stall, she led him down the row towards a fenced-in area.
She started short, letting him out just enough to circle around her in quick succession, tapping her boot with the crop to prompt his movement. Ashe was starting to feel like her efforts were hopeless. In half the time she’d been working with them, even their worst birds would come around and be able to tolerate a rider. ”I don’t know what it is about you, bud, but I just can’t seem to give up on you.” It was obvious to her that both of them were exhausted with the practices. Ashe was less enticed to prompt his movement and he just did it to keep things simple, yet there was still no progress. The life of a trainer and a difficult bird was a rough one.