Storm would have given some sort of response, but this was Gale. Anything he said was another opportunity for him to be shut down. Lord Laurent was likely to have something better to say, anyway. So, holding his silence, Storm tried not to fidget with his reins. Doing so had earned him a none-too-gentle swat on the wrist earlier in the hunt, though he supposed it was poor chocobomanship of him to be so restless. Not that he'd been given much of a chocobo. Having been relegated to last pick, he'd been left with an awkward juvenile that had yet to have moulted all of its first feathers.
As subtly as he could, Storm spared a glance for the Fell Knight riding alongside him. He was a curious creature, not at all what Storm was expecting of a Fell. Then again, his only experience with that particular brand of fighter was Gale's best friend. When it seemed like Li had taken notice of Storm's surreptitious staring, the squire jerked his gaze away.
This was going to be torturous, evidently. He wished he could talk to Lord Laurent, whom he liked a great deal, but Gale would not take kindly to a show of fraternity. Plus, Father had wanted Storm to watch Gale deal with Altair. Letting loose a sigh, Storm figured Father was to be extremely disappointed.