[She could probably wager a guess at who took care of them, but he was one of a dozen people who kept everything working smoothly.]
Tons of work! The more competitive, "professional" racing circles are pretty picky about exactly what chocobo they want, and the rules and regulations are awful tight as well! If you want to go pro, you'll need a lot of money to pour into the perfect chocobo, and the upkeep of the bird is far different than normal: Very specific greens, extra care taken of the legs and talons, and the training of the bird to help build and overcharge its competitiveness!
...I personally don't like the super-duper racers. They're so focused on winning they get downright mean to whoever isn't the jockey! One sent a guy here to the Clinic for a week for severe injuries...
[He sighed, then shook his head, waving a hand dismissively.]
Er- he's fine now! He just doesn't work with them anymore. Moving on! There's the blue I mentioned here, she's a good girl, and then...
[He moved to the next row of stables, stopping before neighboring stables. One held a red chocobo, and the other a green. They both chirruped upon seeing them, the red going so far as to immediately begin preening Night's hair. He pushed the bird head away and continued. By word four, the chocobo was back to preening.]
...You have these two! They're strong racers, very competitive, but one trait makes one different from the other!
[He pointed upward at the bird preening him.]
She likes hair. A lot. She likes to preen and make chirpy noises and is a bit of a cuddler. Once she thinks you've been loved on enough she's ready to race! The green is kind of a brat! She only likes certain greens and is very picky when it comes to people, and will fluff her feathers and turn away from whatever she doesn't find suitable. ...She doesn't like me, of course, but she's pretty affectionate and loyal to those she likes.
[The green finally pulled her beak away from the greens she was eating and fluffed her feathers while staring at Night, as if to say "Oh. It's you again." ...Then to Materia, clicking her beak and canting her head quizzically, trying to decide...]
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Tons of work! The more competitive, "professional" racing circles are pretty picky about exactly what chocobo they want, and the rules and regulations are awful tight as well! If you want to go pro, you'll need a lot of money to pour into the perfect chocobo, and the upkeep of the bird is far different than normal: Very specific greens, extra care taken of the legs and talons, and the training of the bird to help build and overcharge its competitiveness!
...I personally don't like the super-duper racers. They're so focused on winning they get downright mean to whoever isn't the jockey! One sent a guy here to the Clinic for a week for severe injuries...
[He sighed, then shook his head, waving a hand dismissively.]
Er- he's fine now! He just doesn't work with them anymore. Moving on! There's the blue I mentioned here, she's a good girl, and then...
[He moved to the next row of stables, stopping before neighboring stables. One held a red chocobo, and the other a green. They both chirruped upon seeing them, the red going so far as to immediately begin preening Night's hair. He pushed the bird head away and continued. By word four, the chocobo was back to preening.]
...You have these two! They're strong racers, very competitive, but one trait makes one different from the other!
[He pointed upward at the bird preening him.]
She likes hair. A lot. She likes to preen and make chirpy noises and is a bit of a cuddler. Once she thinks you've been loved on enough she's ready to race! The green is kind of a brat! She only likes certain greens and is very picky when it comes to people, and will fluff her feathers and turn away from whatever she doesn't find suitable. ...She doesn't like me, of course, but she's pretty affectionate and loyal to those she likes.
[The green finally pulled her beak away from the greens she was eating and fluffed her feathers while staring at Night, as if to say "Oh. It's you again." ...Then to Materia, clicking her beak and canting her head quizzically, trying to decide...]