[ Hunk's gotta admit that the slithering is weird, but the others are actually starting to outpace him, so he speeds up to a hasty little jog.
It felt like a trap. Why else would a shiny, priceless chocobo appear to them outside a desert? It sounds like a great way to lure someone to an ambush! ]
Have we managed to touch the golden chocobo? [ He says the words, but they sound uneasy, afraid. ] What if it's a mirage? Or some weird illusion magic by something that wants to kill us? [ That's a thing! He knows illusion magic is a thing! ]
[ He laughs, awkward and forced. But he speeds up, trying to keep pace with the other two. There's gonna be sand in these shoes for weeks. ] I mean, what are the chances we find an impossibly rare bird out here?
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It felt like a trap. Why else would a shiny, priceless chocobo appear to them outside a desert? It sounds like a great way to lure someone to an ambush! ]
Have we managed to touch the golden chocobo? [ He says the words, but they sound uneasy, afraid. ] What if it's a mirage? Or some weird illusion magic by something that wants to kill us? [ That's a thing! He knows illusion magic is a thing! ]
[ He laughs, awkward and forced. But he speeds up, trying to keep pace with the other two. There's gonna be sand in these shoes for weeks. ] I mean, what are the chances we find an impossibly rare bird out here?