[Wen Ning's horse is a large, handsome beast, the kind that's rather impractical for the mountains. He moves to it, even knowing it's not real, because it doesn't seem fair to ignore it.
But his attention is firmly on the giant riding bird. He gawks quite appreciatively, as amazed as Aerith could wish.]
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But his attention is firmly on the giant riding bird. He gawks quite appreciatively, as amazed as Aerith could wish.]