[ Ah, he understands some of that, and huffs a gentle laugh as he looks around to find the brush to pick it up, glancing towards the horse, then Kiera, then the horse again to lift it. ]
May I?
[ Ambrosia doesn't seem to like that idea that Kiera was injured as a chick, lifting her head a little to begin preening Kiera's hair in turn. Clive glances over, amused. ]
She's saying some choice things about your herd for not protecting you well enough. Careful, or she might sit on you.
[ How those tiny little Chocobo chicks survive is unknown to him when she plops on them. ]
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Date: 2025-03-14 05:28 am (UTC)May I?
[ Ambrosia doesn't seem to like that idea that Kiera was injured as a chick, lifting her head a little to begin preening Kiera's hair in turn. Clive glances over, amused. ]
She's saying some choice things about your herd for not protecting you well enough. Careful, or she might sit on you.
[ How those tiny little Chocobo chicks survive is unknown to him when she plops on them. ]