Slowly, carefully, Sephiroth both stepped into the pen and ran his hand along the side of the chocobo's head towards the back of it's neck, softly stroking the softer feathers underneath as the large dark eyes closed some at the petting, her enjoyment of the affection communicated by some faint clicking sound.
Having seen the impression of a girl, peripherally, approaching before he stepped into the pen Sephiroth wasn't as surprised as he might otherwise have been at hearing a comment from behind him. He paused in his attentions towards the large bird and for the time being flung the straps in his other hand over his opposite shoulder. A simple riding arrangement, indicative enough of his reason for being here.
"Yes." He nodded briefly over his shoulder at Natalia, giving her the once-over with his near-glowing gaze as he did everyone he's not seen before. Not so much a size up as a general read of the body language. He'd seen some people picking greens out in the fields earlier, this girl seemed to fit the bill.
"Though I imagine I'll never know the ins-and-outs of it-" Sephiroth takes the straps down from his shoulder again and begins carefully trying to slip them around the chocobo's head. She seems less than cooperative, somewhat goofily trying to usher that sweet spot along the side of her jaw back towards her Hero's fingers. A couple of attempts later and the arrangement is knocked from Sephiroth's fingers with a cheery-wark.
"-come on. We don't have the time for this-"
He stepped away, then crouching to retrieve the strapping from the floor, shaking it to remove the stray bits of hay that had gotten caught. Yet the large yellow bird was quick to sidle up besides Sephiroth and nudged his one side; it took a great shifting of the soldier's balance not to be knocked completely over, yet with a harsh grunt he did get back to his feet with a bit more space away from the chocobo.
A glimpse to Natalia, only, before he stepped in again. At least, it seemed, the bird had decided to stay still for the time being.
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Having seen the impression of a girl, peripherally, approaching before he stepped into the pen Sephiroth wasn't as surprised as he might otherwise have been at hearing a comment from behind him. He paused in his attentions towards the large bird and for the time being flung the straps in his other hand over his opposite shoulder. A simple riding arrangement, indicative enough of his reason for being here.
"Yes." He nodded briefly over his shoulder at Natalia, giving her the once-over with his near-glowing gaze as he did everyone he's not seen before. Not so much a size up as a general read of the body language. He'd seen some people picking greens out in the fields earlier, this girl seemed to fit the bill.
"Though I imagine I'll never know the ins-and-outs of it-" Sephiroth takes the straps down from his shoulder again and begins carefully trying to slip them around the chocobo's head. She seems less than cooperative, somewhat goofily trying to usher that sweet spot along the side of her jaw back towards her Hero's fingers. A couple of attempts later and the arrangement is knocked from Sephiroth's fingers with a cheery-wark.
"-come on. We don't have the time for this-"
He stepped away, then crouching to retrieve the strapping from the floor, shaking it to remove the stray bits of hay that had gotten caught. Yet the large yellow bird was quick to sidle up besides Sephiroth and nudged his one side; it took a great shifting of the soldier's balance not to be knocked completely over, yet with a harsh grunt he did get back to his feet with a bit more space away from the chocobo.
A glimpse to Natalia, only, before he stepped in again. At least, it seemed, the bird had decided to stay still for the time being.