How does anyone even get anywhere without being distracted by all the legs they have moving about? I would be too unsettled about it and take a horse instead, stubborn and fussy as they are.
[She's never been one for insects of any sort, and it would be a chilly day in the Fade before she'd ever catch herself on one from the image her mind unhelpfully gives her. She scrunches up her mouth in distaste for it, brave as she is there's things even she won't do.]
Maybe we can take the angle that there's nothing romantic about them. A moonlight stroll on a giant centipede is horrifying compared to the sturdy muscle of a stallion, or the soft down feathers I imagine your chocobos have. The right amount of legs moving about too, anything more than four is just unsettling.
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[She's never been one for insects of any sort, and it would be a chilly day in the Fade before she'd ever catch herself on one from the image her mind unhelpfully gives her. She scrunches up her mouth in distaste for it, brave as she is there's things even she won't do.]
Maybe we can take the angle that there's nothing romantic about them. A moonlight stroll on a giant centipede is horrifying compared to the sturdy muscle of a stallion, or the soft down feathers I imagine your chocobos have. The right amount of legs moving about too, anything more than four is just unsettling.