[With a wave to Stephen and the chocobos, she allows him—and fully expects him—to escort her back. The walk itself isn't a long one by any means, but by the time they arrive at the entrance, there are snowflakes in their hair, their laughter ringing through the tunnels that anyone nearby will no doubt hear.
But as they approach the entrance, she pauses, and her gaze wanders up.]
... What is that?
[A small hangs at the top of the archway, berries and leaves brushing gently in the wind.]
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But as they approach the entrance, she pauses, and her gaze wanders up.]
... What is that?
[A small hangs at the top of the archway, berries and leaves brushing gently in the wind.]
I do not recall that being there on our way out.