[It's as Tifa suspected. She remembers that encounter with the Phoenix in the forest and how it carried Joshua's voice, and while she had wondered how or what that meant, this is still surprising. To watch him leap off the edge like that and emerge that large, fiery bird in all his glory is jarring and awe-inspiring, and she can't help but huff softly with a laugh at Lyria's reaction.
Squeezing Lyria's hand again, she brings her closer, but there's a roar of thunder that shakes everything around them that reminds her of the urgency of the situation. She takes Lyria by her waist and lifts her with ease to help her up onto the Phoenix's back.]
Our house is west of here. Big tree with all the flowers.
[Or, she hopes that those flowers are still there and that the nostilium that's thick in the air hasn't sucked them all dry of their colour and the glow.]
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Squeezing Lyria's hand again, she brings her closer, but there's a roar of thunder that shakes everything around them that reminds her of the urgency of the situation. She takes Lyria by her waist and lifts her with ease to help her up onto the Phoenix's back.]
Our house is west of here. Big tree with all the flowers.
[Or, she hopes that those flowers are still there and that the nostilium that's thick in the air hasn't sucked them all dry of their colour and the glow.]