Pyr/Felicity /Ari
Ari's life had a tendency to be odd periodically, but as she watched Pyr bounce past... riding a... was that a cockatrice??? She had to admit this one was new.
There was nothing for it but to follow the boy and his odd mount, of course. She wasn't a very fast runner, especially not compared to the bird, so she caught up just in time to see Pyr tumble off the bird's back in an alley. A blonde woman with a staff was advancing on the thing, and the squire picked himself up and lunged at the cockatrice only to land on the cobbles as it ran by him.
"Strange chocobo you've got there, Melvin!" Ari called out, amusement evident in her voice. "Could you use a hand, perhaps?" She was already pulling around her mandolin. A Rousing Melody ought to do it, she thought. The bird's only real advantage seemed to be its speed.