[ she glances over to cloudline as the chocobo curls and sets his head down, smiling as she sees his eyes close. chocobos are scared little things, but even terror can tire someone out. looking back to altaïr, hands folded in her lap neatly, she speaks. ]

A chocobo. He is my mount, and he is named Cloudline.

[ a light pause. ]

Seems to be that chocobos do not exist in this 'Earth' place. I imagine they don't exist where you come from, either.

[ quietly; ]

New experiences for us all, it seems.