I've barely had a moment to stop and think—surely, you understand...
[ He trails off as Alisaie looks upward, and then, there it is—a bird of deep crimson and vibrant blues flares to life before his very eyes, and briefly, Alphinaud stops his step to stare. ]
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[ He trails off as Alisaie looks upward, and then, there it is—a bird of deep crimson and vibrant blues flares to life before his very eyes, and briefly, Alphinaud stops his step to stare. ]
Is that...?