The Duke/Altair/Open - Chocobo Race
The greeting so nearby earned a turning of his head, while the greeting could be intended entirely for someone else, you could never be too sure about sure about these things! from the boy's glance next to him, he smiled, turning a pointed finger up towards himself. "Am I?" A hearty laugh trickled out with ease, the wrinkles around his eyes obvious as the squeezed closed for a moment. The hand dropped, slapping at his own knee in once smooth wipe of his hand before a grin emerged and his eyes popped open once again.
"I feel fretful, my good boy, that you've forgotten just what wondrous phenomenon encompass us!" The smile lines around his mouth were obvious, though no one would doubt the Duke's abilities to defend himself from his sturdy build and sharp wit.
A hand swept out in front of him, down across the stands and track below. "How dreadful and dreary I would need to be to not find joy in the events of which we partake!"