Before Annabel could say anything, Red was gone. She smiled, knowing she should start saddling up her own chocobo. She loved taking Powder, a very calm white chocobo, to the ferry. She might even take Powder into Xenon. Everyone always complimented on how white Powder's feathers were and often asked if she were available for purchase. It was a great formof advertising for the farm. Plus Powder loved the attention.
Annabel whistled as she put the barding on the chocobo. After a quick farewell to her sister, she was riding the bird down the road to the ferry. Annabel stopped when she got close to Red and saw the ferry was still docked. A miracle indeed.
"I guess we got lucky." She said to him.