[ Though the growth of flowers is abundant, Fio only intends to pick a small quantity from each patch before moving onto another. With the flowers in hand and before she can go poking around at the other colors, she needs to put them away to dry.

She plops down in the grass, pulling a book from her supply bag. Dutifully, she begins sandwiching the plants between sheets of paper and sticking them inside of the book. Speaking, while setting about her work: ]

I... might've seen them back home before, but I don't know the names. When I get back to the library, I think I'll pick up an encyclopedia.

[ As the green chocobos linger nearby a moment longer, they begin to realize that the woman isn't a threat. They'll begin to move away closer to the trees, but they remain close enough that the human child is within their line of sight. ]