pyr min solemnly swears he is up to no good (twinclaws) wrote in emillion,
Pyr/Felicity
Often, Pyr found himself doing training exercises that aimed to fix his flaws—lack of strength, lack of endurance, lack of knowledge of any really useful moves—but this he could do. The cockatrices were fast, but speed was his strong suit. So when he and Felicity heard the merchant hollering, on their way back from training, he grinned and insisted they help.
He'd been showing her just how far he still had to go all day; for once, he wanted to impress her with what he could do. He could manage to catch up to one of the birds and grab it; stopping it would be another issue, as he was convinced the birds weighed more than he did.
Still, catching cockatrices would be fun—and the reward! A hundred gil seemed an exorbitant sum to him—and he could buy so how many sweets with that kind of money!