[Three days of rain. And three days of no white chocobos. Rukia's starting to regret not going after that beautiful aqua-colored bird, but she'd firmly believed that her white-feathered companion was still out there, waiting for her.]
[Perhaps a yellow bird would be just fine. She's liked all of the other yellow chocobos she's met, and as Cloud suggested, there's always feather dye if she has her heart set on a white bird. Why is the color so important? She can't really say, but if she had to guess, she would suppose it's because the color is somewhat thematic to her. Her zanpakutou is white, from blade to guard to ribbon. Snow is white, like the nature of her sword and the snow that blankets the ground on her birthday. She's attracted to the color and the purity it represents.]
[Wielding the chocobo lure, she activates it once more. She can't afford to be picky any longer. This is the last day, and she needs to go to Esdham to deliver her reports on the previous month.]
[But just then, there's a flash of movement near the outskirts of the woods. Rukia straightens, all of her attention riveted. Something tells her that this is it. This is the companion she is fated to join.]
Is that...?
[Glancing at the others, then at the woods, she edges forward as quietly and stealthily as she's able without going invisible. What she sees makes her dark blue eyes go wide with wonder. In a small clearing, dancing, is a splendid white chocobo with feathers as white as the clouds. It shakes the rain from its feathers with a feminine trill, and immediately, Rukia knows.]
[This is the one.]
[The chocobo lifts its head, fixing its gaze directly on Rukia. A connection is made, and it holds itself very still.]
[Carefully, oh so carefully, Rukia edges forward, holding out her hand.]
You are the one I have been searching for.
[The chocobo makes no sounds, not even ruffling its feathers. It regards her hand, then Rukia herself.]
Pleased to meet you. I am Rukia--
Kuh~wehhhh.
[It's the snottiest 'kweh' ever heard as the chocobo vainly tosses its head and turns its tail feathers on Rukia. Then it paddles up the mud with its feet, drenching the shinigami before trotting away.]
[Rukia raises her arms to shield herself, flinching as the mud and torn up grass spatters her robes and cheek. When she lowers her arms, her eyes burn.]
Why you...! RETURN AND APOLOGIZE THIS INSTANT!!!
[Despite her demands, she dashes after the chocobo as fast as her arms and legs carry her. This humiliation will not stand!]
Day Three - Encounter H
[Perhaps a yellow bird would be just fine. She's liked all of the other yellow chocobos she's met, and as Cloud suggested, there's always feather dye if she has her heart set on a white bird. Why is the color so important? She can't really say, but if she had to guess, she would suppose it's because the color is somewhat thematic to her. Her zanpakutou is white, from blade to guard to ribbon. Snow is white, like the nature of her sword and the snow that blankets the ground on her birthday. She's attracted to the color and the purity it represents.]
[Wielding the chocobo lure, she activates it once more. She can't afford to be picky any longer. This is the last day, and she needs to go to Esdham to deliver her reports on the previous month.]
[But just then, there's a flash of movement near the outskirts of the woods. Rukia straightens, all of her attention riveted. Something tells her that this is it. This is the companion she is fated to join.]
Is that...?
[Glancing at the others, then at the woods, she edges forward as quietly and stealthily as she's able without going invisible. What she sees makes her dark blue eyes go wide with wonder. In a small clearing, dancing, is a splendid white chocobo with feathers as white as the clouds. It shakes the rain from its feathers with a feminine trill, and immediately, Rukia knows.]
[This is the one.]
[The chocobo lifts its head, fixing its gaze directly on Rukia. A connection is made, and it holds itself very still.]
[Carefully, oh so carefully, Rukia edges forward, holding out her hand.]
You are the one I have been searching for.
[The chocobo makes no sounds, not even ruffling its feathers. It regards her hand, then Rukia herself.]
Pleased to meet you. I am Rukia--
Kuh~wehhhh.
[It's the snottiest 'kweh' ever heard as the chocobo vainly tosses its head and turns its tail feathers on Rukia. Then it paddles up the mud with its feet, drenching the shinigami before trotting away.]
[Rukia raises her arms to shield herself, flinching as the mud and torn up grass spatters her robes and cheek. When she lowers her arms, her eyes burn.]
Why you...! RETURN AND APOLOGIZE THIS INSTANT!!!
[Despite her demands, she dashes after the chocobo as fast as her arms and legs carry her. This humiliation will not stand!]