[ there's something of a gasp in there, something of a little girl's wonder. she hears it after it's spoken and smiles shyly, forgoing a chuckle. ]
I shouldn't be so surprised. Planes pass over over frequently than people.
[ she tips the watering can back upright, moving onto the next patch. her eyes rise to the sky now, contemplating the clouds and invisible wind. there had been a time she feared its vastness.
or she still does, from time to time, because one day she believes the sky will fall. even so, her irrationality doesn't mean she can't admire it. ]
It must be nice, flying.
[ aerith finishes another patch before she walks over to the opposite side and glances down at him, observing the way he caresses the flowers. it's so tender... and she feels he's different from most. she wonders why... ]
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[ there's something of a gasp in there, something of a little girl's wonder. she hears it after it's spoken and smiles shyly, forgoing a chuckle. ]
I shouldn't be so surprised. Planes pass over over frequently than people.
[ she tips the watering can back upright, moving onto the next patch. her eyes rise to the sky now, contemplating the clouds and invisible wind. there had been a time she feared its vastness.
or she still does, from time to time, because one day she believes the sky will fall. even so, her irrationality doesn't mean she can't admire it. ]
It must be nice, flying.
[ aerith finishes another patch before she walks over to the opposite side and glances down at him, observing the way he caresses the flowers. it's so tender... and she feels he's different from most. she wonders why... ]
Are there not many flowers where you're from?