Freya remained awake most of the night; she pondered her newest assignment. She always liked Chocobo's, and this presented a great opportunity for her. Stable work always fell to the common folk; a dragon knight attended to more important matters in the kingdom. She never understood what attracted her to such menial labor. Mayhap, her loyalty to the queen encouraged her current predicament.
Hours passed by and Freya fell into an anxious slumber. She stirred to the rooster crowing and dashed off to the Chocobo carriage departing for the royal stables. Sleeping in her clothes proved a smart decision. A long, choppy ride ended at the building's main gate. Several farm hands ran the grounds completing their various morning chores. A large, bald fellow dropped his worn shovel and advanced to shake Freya's hand. The first thing Freya noticed was his overpowering aroma.
"You are the new hand? You are late and wearing cumbersome attire for the job."
The man tossed her a clean uniform and pointed to a nearby changing room. Freya draped herself in the proper garb and went back to the head instructor. He inspected the recruit and gave her a nod of approval. He led the bewildered farmhand to the largest enclosure on the premises. The entrance unlocked after emitting a loud buzz. Freya's next sight caused her to turn pale with panic; five large Chocobo's locked their gaze on her. The instructor placed a bulky hand upon her shoulder.
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