[Terra is making a delivery to the farm when she sees Rikku looking at the bright yellow birds. Her arms are filled with an assortment of flowers, all of which are deserts for the golden birds. Her mint green hair is pulled back but it still falls in soft ringlets that frame her features.]
Normally?
[She overheard and she can't help but be a little curiously.]
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Normally?
[She overheard and she can't help but be a little curiously.]
Are you used to something else?
[A pause.]
Excuse me, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have intruded.