[ Cain says, grinning. His brow creases slightly as he concentrates — something from his world, that Prompto wouldn't know about. Something... Ah!
He can picture it now, the airship rising out of the clouds, the sun gleaming off its sides. The shining sweep of its wings, the bright panes of glass that make up the windows of the living quarters, the cabin he calls his own—
Its name, that Prompto couldn't possibly know: Grandcypher. ]
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[ Cain says, grinning. His brow creases slightly as he concentrates — something from his world, that Prompto wouldn't know about. Something... Ah!
He can picture it now, the airship rising out of the clouds, the sun gleaming off its sides. The shining sweep of its wings, the bright panes of glass that make up the windows of the living quarters, the cabin he calls his own—
Its name, that Prompto couldn't possibly know: Grandcypher. ]