Knowing that the chocobo is about to take off doesn't make it any easier. Chrom finds this out when his chocobo surges forward, neck down and wings flared in full charge. Apparently it believes in going full force right from the word go... and leaves him clinging onto the saddle horn for dear life and trying not to get bounced out of the saddle.

"Okay not like a horse, notlikeahorse, notlikeahorseatall," he digs his feet into the stirrups and manages to half brace himself against all the bouncing. He's fallen off horses plenty of times to know how to do so now, but that still doesn't make him all that eager to try.

"Really!?" He grits out as the two birds run alongside the fence, apparently deciding to pick the longest route. "How do you get them to stop!?"