[ Did anyone really expect that a location that appeared in the void with flowers inside of it would be spared the attentions of the local florist? ]
Whoa... [ It's the first time she's visited this particular area, and Aerith enters with mouth slightly agape in awe of the interior. The fact that the place isn't totally flooded is a miracle in and of itself, but the inside is just so strange that it stops her near the entrance...for a moment, before her exploration continues.
Aerith ventures inside, poking her head into the different zones and finding them, like the beach, depressingly full of trash. The only one that's different is worse - full of fire - and she withdraws with a surprised yelp. ]
Guess I won't be investigating that one... [ To say the least. Before the place burns down, though, she's drawn to the flower beds that aren't on fire within the main hall of the dome. The brunette hums happily to herself as she crouches down to observe them, lost in thought for a long while as she debates whether or not to pick some, to transplant some to the church, or just to admire them where they grow now. ]
I don't suppose you're chattier than the other flowers here, huh? [ Comes the hopeful little question. In the silence that follows, she sighs. ] Figures...
❀ simulation joint
Whoa... [ It's the first time she's visited this particular area, and Aerith enters with mouth slightly agape in awe of the interior. The fact that the place isn't totally flooded is a miracle in and of itself, but the inside is just so strange that it stops her near the entrance...for a moment, before her exploration continues.
Aerith ventures inside, poking her head into the different zones and finding them, like the beach, depressingly full of trash. The only one that's different is worse - full of fire - and she withdraws with a surprised yelp. ]
Guess I won't be investigating that one... [ To say the least. Before the place burns down, though, she's drawn to the flower beds that aren't on fire within the main hall of the dome. The brunette hums happily to herself as she crouches down to observe them, lost in thought for a long while as she debates whether or not to pick some, to transplant some to the church, or just to admire them where they grow now. ]
I don't suppose you're chattier than the other flowers here, huh? [ Comes the hopeful little question. In the silence that follows, she sighs. ] Figures...