[ she stands, hands folded in front of her, as she looks out at the passing landscape on the airship's deck. it seems that the train of her dress isn’t quite made for high wind-speeds, and the white lace billows out a measure behind her. should someone approach, she’ll greet them with an incline of her head, a slight smile and : ] Please, stay. This does not seem a view that should be enjoyed alone.

It seems we’ve been tasked with their care.

[ she’s kneeling, in front of her three chocobo chicks who are as she has been instructed not to be left alone to get themselves into any mischief. one tries to climb up onto her lap, with… no success, only managing to bump into her knee, and she laughs lightly. indulgently, she picks up the chick, and places it on her lap uncaring of how it tracks dirt onto the white of her dress. ]

I admit, I do not have much experience with chocobos, but— [ one of the other chicks jumps as high as it’s able, attempts to snap an errant piece of her hair in it’s beak. ] I believe with the two of us, we’ll manage.

[ go wild, i'll roll with anything! ]