A small part of Ramza kicked himself for having mentioned meteors. But, then again, he had little to gain from dishonesty... and so much the better for Gold to know to teach her discretion.

"In truth I know not how they do it... they've an earned reputation of being magical beasts; mayhap the Gods have eyes for them as well."

After seeing her response to Gold, Ramza pulls his hand away from the diminutive featherball. Got to give the girl her space, after all.

"Quickly, if well fed. A month or two should see her ready to saddle." He rose and dusted off his hands, but his arms folded as his focus shifted to Gold.

"But speak true, gold. Do you aim to use her as a mount, or for battle?"