They were about to leave – the handler had ramped the price up when he saw Edgar’s attire, neglecting to consider that for eight birds, it would make the total sum quite extortionate – when Terra said, “They’re different here.”
Celes was about to turn to her and speak sharply – don’t be ridiculous, there’s only one breed big enough to ride – but the glint of the nearest chocobo’s eye stopped her in her tracks: it was brighter than those of the Imperial stock, she realised, and as she considered the bird, she saw that the feathers seemed softer and lighter, more relaxed.
“They’re kept better,” she concluded; “they’re happier, away from all that.”
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n° 1 (archived from dreamwidth.org)
2022-01-20Ohhh, I love this, and what a wham line at the end.
(also wow, this flows so well and naturally and fits so much in I thought it was way longer than three sentences!)
n° 2 (archived from dreamwidth.org)
2022-01-20Ohh the implications, well, more than implications really. Of course Terra would notice... and then Celes release. So much packed in here! Wonderful
n° 3 (archived from dreamwidth.org)
2022-01-20THEY'RE KEPT BETTER ;o; beautiful!
n° 4 (archived from dreamwidth.org)
2022-01-20Oh woof that's such a banger of a closer on this one.
I love how much you highlight how complicated the relationship between Terra and Celes is here, and in just so few lines!
n° 5 (archived from dreamwidth.org)
2022-01-20Oh I love this! ♥
n° 6 (archived from dreamwidth.org)
2022-01-20ooohhhhhh!!! <3 <3 <3 !!