[ Era catches it easily, reflexes well honed after years of constant fighting. It's still a considerably strange tool - far different from the quills and ink wells she uses. She gives the suggestion some thought, but eventually shakes her head with a bemused smile. Instead, Era wanders over to the tree the bed rests under and begins writing her Chocobo's name P E K I very slowly and carefully (to make sure her handwriting is neat despite the foreign tool) in her native alphabet across the trunk of it. ]
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