[He shakes his head, silver hair swaying with the motion.]
No. They can't. They're too heavy for that.
[The bright green chocobo, which had been more than content to thrive under Ciri's attentions, shakes out its feathers, tilting its head at Sephiroth. It makes a trilling noise, then another wark! As if offended!
But he just glances at Ciri, taking a moment to watch her interactions with the creature. He finds himself glad that she is delighted to meet the oversized bird -- it is as though he can see it wear away at the weight of exhaustion she might be carrying on her shoulders.]
Do you want to ride him? The lobby's big enough for it.
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No. They can't. They're too heavy for that.
[The bright green chocobo, which had been more than content to thrive under Ciri's attentions, shakes out its feathers, tilting its head at Sephiroth. It makes a trilling noise, then another wark! As if offended!
But he just glances at Ciri, taking a moment to watch her interactions with the creature. He finds himself glad that she is delighted to meet the oversized bird -- it is as though he can see it wear away at the weight of exhaustion she might be carrying on her shoulders.]
Do you want to ride him? The lobby's big enough for it.
[Since it is astoundingly empty in here.]