Ramza Beoulve

[It's a cool day, a few hours past sunrise, when Ramza turns on his camera feed - well, and then places it in the mouth of his Skarmory. He's got many things this land has given him to think about.
But one keeps bubbling up - and, so, Ramza has made his way to the Cherrygrove beach, sitted with an egg in his lap. Even if today is an important day... well, Ramza has gotten his rest. He's actually got the urge to move on.]

Recently, I've spoken to another person from another land - and, he said my manner of speech was... off, in many ways. 'Tis true, I've not heard the nurses and shopkeepers speak like this... is it really that odd, however? We've all come from different lands - would it be less... odd, to try and speak like the natives.

[A pause, as he does shift, slightly. He's got another question.]

My first capture, when I arrived, was a Hoothoot, who I named Hildegard. She proved good, in both training Sevrin, and on her own. But, now she's evolved - she's taller then I. Is that common, in evolu--
[That interuption? Suddenly, the egg in Ramzas' arms is glowing... and there is suddenly a Dratini there, curling around him. It looks like quite the common Dratini, except for the mark under the horn.


With a slight grunt, Ramza shifts so the Dratini is less... trying to strangle him, trying to wrap around him. Yes, he looks that awkward.]
Seems you waited until an important day to hatch - are you trying to say something, or is it just another coincidence? Ah - that reminds me. Though I suppose birthdays are common to celebrate, has anybody here brought important days from their land to the people of this land?
[He gives a full lineface, before reaching and turning off the video feed.]
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[A little after that post, Ramza is coming to get you, Walter. >| He is ready to leave, if you are. To be honest, though? His lineface has the slightest of frowns, his walk the slightest of limps. Guess who took an Iron Tail, off-camera?]
I'd not thought it'd rebel, straight out of the egg.