"It has been trying that for so long... but could never move or break it," the sprite explains as it shakes its head, watching where Cid's feet walk with wariness.]
Either the horse is weak, or there is something preventing it from breaking it.
[Whatever that means, she has no idea.
But as her eyes scan the blood on the ground, she remembers that she'd tucked something away into her satchel. Her free hand reaches down into it and pulls out the bone knife she'd discovered in the other room, turning it over so that the red jewels shimmer in the light.]
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"It has been trying that for so long... but could never move or break it," the sprite explains as it shakes its head, watching where Cid's feet walk with wariness.]
Either the horse is weak, or there is something preventing it from breaking it.
[Whatever that means, she has no idea.
But as her eyes scan the blood on the ground, she remembers that she'd tucked something away into her satchel. Her free hand reaches down into it and pulls out the bone knife she'd discovered in the other room, turning it over so that the red jewels shimmer in the light.]
I found this, too.