And Leanne wanted one...
"Gods help me, it was her. Delphium. It was as if the gods took up a pack of moogles and squeezed their very essence into a little bundle of curves and joy. Good luck catching that one, though. One look below her neckline, and you'd be faced with a frizzing tail and a pout so cute that you just wanted to keep looking. I knew she could fight - I'd seen the evidence. I realized I was tugging my collar a little too tightly."
"Gods help me, it was her. Delphium. It was as if the gods took up a pack of moogles and squeezed their very essence into a little bundle of curves and joy. Good luck catching that one, though. One look below her neckline, and you'd be faced with a frizzing tail and a pout so cute that you just wanted to keep looking. I knew she could fight - I'd seen the evidence. I realized I was tugging my collar a little too tightly."
"But in the laugh there was another voice. A clearer laugh, an ironic laugh. A laugh which laughs because it chooses not to weep."