Prompto taking his daughter to see his favorite birdies when she was little vs a teen?
Sorry for the wait!!! I’ve been going back and forth with ideas on this one for weeks. AHHhHhHh my brain.
Father Daughter Tradition
Ilaria’s first visit to Wiz’s Chocobo Post was always a day her parents would remember. She as only a pinch older than two months old, but when her bright blue eyes laid upon the presence of a big yellow chocobo she was in love.
“Like father, like daughter, right?” Wiz chuckled, ruffling Ilaria’s hair as she was cradled in her mothers arms. “Just put a camera in her hand and I won’t be able to tell ‘em apart.”
“I tell him the same thing every day,” you said, turning to watch your husband with a bright smile as he snapped picture after picture. “I swear, since the second Ilaria was born he hasn’t put the camera down. We’ve already filled an entire scrapbook.”
“I think we’re gonna have enough photos for another scrap book just from today. C’mon! Let’s introduce her to the chocobos!” Prompto put his camera into the small pack that rested on his hip and led his wife and child onward.
By the age of two, Ilaria had picked out names for all the Chocobos and formed a relationship with each and every one of them.
Week after week, month after month, year after year, Prompto and Ilaria continued to visit the Chocobo Post nearly every week.
The birds returned her adoration. They all loved her like she was part of their flock.
Whenever they saw her walk into the stables they would kweh with excitement.
Wiz even earned the title of “Uncle” over the years. As the man that taught her how to properly ride and herd chocobo, Ilaria and him had a close friendship.
High school had been difficult for poor Ilaria. And it was only her freshmen year.
3 more long years of this crap. Ugh.
The blonde fourteen year old shrugged her backpack off her shoulder and onto the shag carpeting in the living room. She dove face first in the cream colored leather couch. “Ughhhh,” she groaned into a pillow.
“Lari?” Her father familiar chipper voice rang out from the back den. “You home?”
“UGHHHHHHH,” she responded increasing her volume even as the pillow still muffled her cries.
“Bad day, huh?” Prompto frowned as he exited the den and walked over to the couch. His daughter didn’t move a single inch. With a sigh, he maneuvered himself closer to her, sitting inches from her feet. “Anything you wanna talk about?”
“My friends are jerks and math is hard. The end,” Ilaria glanced up to her father, allowing him to see the single tear falling from her right eye.
“Aw, sweetheart,” Prompto felt his heart breaking into pieces. “Is there anything I can do to help?”
“Of course not, dad. That would be too simple of a solution,” she grumbled frustratedly, burying her head back into the pillow. “ARGHHH!” Her muffled shriek hit Prompto like a bolt of lightning.
Prompto huffed out a sigh, his eyes glancing down at the floor as he racked his brain for a solution.
“That’s it!” Prompto exclaimed.
Ilaria shot up to stared at her father.
“I’ve come up with a new recipe!” The blonde man gave his best impersonation of Ilaria’s Uncle, Ignis Scientia.
“Dad, what the heck?” Ilaria couldn’t help but giggle.
“Seriously though, I have a great idea. Why don’t we go visit the chocobo post?”
Ilaria eyed her father blankly.
“I know we haven’t been able to visit often since you’ve been busy with homework… but I think you need some serious cheering up. The kind of cheering up only a chocobo could give you.”
“Hey Sunshine, I missed you these past few weeks,” Ilaria muttered to the Golden Chocobo she had gained a strong relationship with.
“Kweh,” Sunshine responded with a quiet caw, nuzzling his beak into Ilaria’s gentle hands.
“Hehe,” the girl giggled. “I wish I could take you to school with me. You don’t tease me about my freckles.
“Kweh! Kweh!” The golden chocobo flapped his wings and kicked his left foot against the straw covered stable ground.
“I’m sure you’ve been feeling restless all day. Would you like to go out for a ride?”
“Kweh!” Sunshine pushed forward, enthusiastically trotting to the stable doors, beside Ilaria’s father.
“Can I go out for a ride dad?” Ilaria asked, already gathering up her saddle
“I don’t think I can say no,” Prompto chuckled, patting Sunshine’s back as it restless awaited for Ilaria to prepare him for their ride. “He’s real excited to see you.”
Ilaria grinned as she walked to her Chocobo and tossed her saddle over his back. “Thank you, dad, for taking me here tonight. I feel ten times better already,” she turned to her father and latched her slender arms around his neck. “I love you.”
“Anytime Lari. I’d do anything to see that beautiful smile of yours.”