[ To his credit, Luka doesn't laugh. Not even so much as a chuckle, but it's just as well that Sephiroth has his eyes fixed on the fire because Luka is smiling. It's a slow sort of grin that lifts the corners of his mouth by degrees as he realizes he's just been given a glimpse into something deeply personal - something sort of sweet in its simplicity.

He would love to make that dream a reality. Such a simple thing, but that doesn't make it unworthy in his eyes in the least.

There is a bit of a problem, though. ]

... Chocobos can come in all sorts of colors here. My family lived near enough to Bentbranch, the farm where they breed 'em for racing, that I've seen just about every color there is, even black. Thing is, I don't think our chocobos are quite the same as yours. The color of the feathers has nothing to do with how strong a bird is.

I'd love to take you to see one, but it wouldn't be the same, and I think that probably matters.

[ A beat, as he carefully continues the braid. He'll need something to tie it off soon, but he's probably got a bit of twine in his traveling pack. ]

I hope you get your chance one day, though.