Well if you're going to twist my arm about it... A sacred oak, eh? I'd be glad to see that as well. There was a moogle who liked to hang around the
[ Cid is between other things as he answers. He's gotten better about treating these more like conversation, dashing off a reply even in the midst of reading. When he gets to Clive and Jill he stops abruptly, an ache lancing through his chest.
The reply takes a few moments. ] Clive and Jill were good friends of mine, from home. I'm sure they would have liked that.
Wait — what do you mean, 'lovelier monsters'? Did they prime in front of you?
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[ Cid is between other things as he answers. He's gotten better about treating these more like conversation, dashing off a reply even in the midst of reading. When he gets to Clive and Jill he stops abruptly, an ache lancing through his chest.
The reply takes a few moments. ] Clive and Jill were good friends of mine, from home. I'm sure they would have liked that.
Wait — what do you mean, 'lovelier monsters'? Did they prime in front of you?