[ Prompto can just make out Geir's voice over the din of claw pounding the ground, but it bolsters him on. Even so, he is an novice at this, and no amount of chocobo racing can really make him a master lizard racer on the first try. He stays in the competition for the duration of the race, but he never pulls out of the middle of the pack. Then again, he doesn't fall to dead last either, so honestly, he's thrilled with middle of the pack!
As they cross the finish line and the officiant waves the flag signalling the end of the race, Prompto hops off his mount and takes a moment to show the beast the proper care and affection it deserves, scratching it beneath its chin. Then he trots back other towards the building, beaming up at Geir despite his placement. ]
Whoa, that was a blast! Way different than riding chocobos.
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As they cross the finish line and the officiant waves the flag signalling the end of the race, Prompto hops off his mount and takes a moment to show the beast the proper care and affection it deserves, scratching it beneath its chin. Then he trots back other towards the building, beaming up at Geir despite his placement. ]
Whoa, that was a blast! Way different than riding chocobos.