Once upon a time there was a Windurstian white mage whose dearest wish was to raise a green chocobo. She would seek high and low for chocobo eggs, and then nurture them until the chick hatched. She got a yellow chocobo, a red one, then blue.... and she loved them all dearly, but she never got a green one.
One day she was walking in the forest when she suddenly saw something peculiar. There was a chocobo egg on the ground, but there was no sign of chocobos nearby. An abandoned chocobo egg?
The white mage started looking around to find something she could use to carry the egg safely home with her. She would take such good care of the egg! She would keep it warm, tell stories, sing... Just then the egg stirred!
First the egg moved just a litttle. Had her eyes decieved her? Then it wiggled a little more, and *crack* the shell started to break.
Oh, let it be a green one, the white mage fervently wished. A green one, green one... And then the egg cracked open, revealing a chocobo chick, and lo and behold, the feathertips were ever so lightly tinted green.
The white mage was overjoyed. Her very own green chocobo! She would raise it well, and they would become best of friends. She reached her hand towards the chocobo chick, ever so carefully, and touched the soft feathers. The chocobo didn't seem to mind, and the white mage was sure she could just lead the friendly and curious chick home.
Suddenly a "Wark!" sounded in the distance, and soon a lot closer. The young chocobo hadn't been abandoned after all! After answering the call with a little "Wark!" of his own, the chick turned his bright eyes to the white mage. She nodded slowly, knowing well that this chick would be happier growing up in the wild, with the other chocobos.
The chocobo chick dashed towards the familiar sounds, never looking back. The white mage stood there for a while, but shadows were growing darker around her as the sun set behing the trees. She had to turn and return home, but she couln't help but look over her shoulder, hoping to see one more glimpse of the pale green feathers.
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