[She's so excited as she makes her way to the Enclosure. She's played around with it before, but nothing like this. No wonder she's bouncy as she waves to her friend.]
[He's made lots of use of the enclosure, and is almost used to the magic of it now. He's more conscious about his decision to pull out his one decent set of robes, the ones he liberated from the wardrobe for mid-autumn. He tells himself it's practical. He learned to ride in split skirts and loose trousers, and you can't wear bracers with a hoodie.
But also, if he's putting on a show for the honor of horse-kind, and doing something as homey as bolting around on horseback, he feels he should look the part. His hair's even up! It... makes him look a lot more dead.]
Ready to race?
[Inane. He just can't bring himself to try trash talk again.]
[She was dressed as she usually did with a long dress with a slit. She could ride a horse or a chocobo easy enough!
But she beamed at Wen Ning, enjoying the robes and the hair up. Maybe it showed off the veins but she didn't care. She has her staff, but she had it in the crook of her arm.]
[Wen Ning makes a show of holding the door for her. He's dressed the part of the young master today. He should behave accordingly. Only once he's seen her through does he follow to find out what a riding bird actually looks like.]
[The show of door opening has her laugh and shake her head at him. It's very sweet and silly to her. But her attention is taken away when she sees a chocobo and hears the trademark 'kweh'! It makes.]
Oh, hello precious!
[And she hurries over to the chocobo, ignoring the horse to come right over to the chocobo, bridled and saddled, and reaching out to have the bird- looking so much similar to an oversized, yellow fluffy ostrich- bring its head down to Aerith's waiting hands.]
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Um, maybe? I've never tried. I don't know how to shoot.
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That could be fun. Actually...oh! Idea!
Have you heard of the cat wand? We could use like...wands like that! But they hit the targets with paint or something!
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That might make it more fair, if open plains aren't as good for chocobos to run on?
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Let's do the target test later okay? Just for fun.
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[She's so excited as she makes her way to the Enclosure. She's played around with it before, but nothing like this. No wonder she's bouncy as she waves to her friend.]
Wen Qionglin, hey!
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But also, if he's putting on a show for the honor of horse-kind, and doing something as homey as bolting around on horseback, he feels he should look the part. His hair's even up! It... makes him look a lot more dead.]
Ready to race?
[Inane. He just can't bring himself to try trash talk again.]
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But she beamed at Wen Ning, enjoying the robes and the hair up. Maybe it showed off the veins but she didn't care. She has her staff, but she had it in the crook of her arm.]
I'm ready! Let's do this!
[She's so excited to see chocobos again.]
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Do you need anything special to ride? Saddles and... things?
[There are different styles of horseback riding. There may be just as many for giant birds.]
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That way we can have more than just yellow chocobos! What colors do you like?
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What colors are there?
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Gold is pretty rare, yellow is pretty common.
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[It just sounds pretty. He is out of his depth.]
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Here, I'll enter it into the computer, and you can take a look at them in the paddock. Do horses come in green?
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[Feathers get more interesting.]
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...did you want green horses?
[They could have ANY horses they want WN!]
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[He'd be distracted by the green any time he looked down.]
All of ours at home were black. It got a little boring.
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No boring chocobos or horses for us!
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[Sort of liberating to say.]
Ready to go and see them?
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[She giggles softly and claps her hands.]
Oh, yes please!
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Oh, hello precious!
[And she hurries over to the chocobo, ignoring the horse to come right over to the chocobo, bridled and saddled, and reaching out to have the bird- looking so much similar to an oversized, yellow fluffy ostrich- bring its head down to Aerith's waiting hands.]
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