Lark had always thought this bird was odd. Ancient, but not. Strong, yet gentle. The chocobo looked at the new addition to their group, but did nothing in response. Somehow, he respected this blue, sparkly bird.

Grell, however, was glad the other joined them, and stroked the top of his head with a smile. Lark simply returned to eating the wildflowers Grell picked out especially for him.

"I didn't bring anything for phoenixes, you know." She had been expecting his human form, but this was just as nice.