( it's amusing, in a way, because the stranger reminds her of some of her friends: the way that she looks aghast at the suggestion, as though it's the most ridiculous thing she's heard; she must be the serious type, then, something that makes aerith laugh again, but mostly in pleasure.
still, there's work to be done: at this rate, they really will draw the attention of the garden keepers, and she pushes up onto her feet, brushing dirty hands against the skirt of her dress. )
It looked like a weed, when I pulled it up...! ( she's still shouting, but at least now, she's looking to close some of the distance between them; she's carefully maneuvering around the lines of crops in the field, stepping over them on the toes of her boots. ) Oh, what about a pot?
( maybe it would feel better, smothered neatly in dirt? hugged by the ceramic? with a wincing smile, aerith points out with one soil-smeared arm towards a small shack, just a few feet away, full of gardening tools and the like. )
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still, there's work to be done: at this rate, they really will draw the attention of the garden keepers, and she pushes up onto her feet, brushing dirty hands against the skirt of her dress. )
It looked like a weed, when I pulled it up...! ( she's still shouting, but at least now, she's looking to close some of the distance between them; she's carefully maneuvering around the lines of crops in the field, stepping over them on the toes of her boots. ) Oh, what about a pot?
( maybe it would feel better, smothered neatly in dirt? hugged by the ceramic? with a wincing smile, aerith points out with one soil-smeared arm towards a small shack, just a few feet away, full of gardening tools and the like. )
Let's head there...! Be careful with him!