She wasn't like Aerith, who could talk to the Planet (though she was more like Aerith than she was like anyone else on Gaia) but flowers were old, sweet friends.
These were Aerith's flowers, but they knew her too.
"Yes," she said, content to be a bit ridiculous when it was flowers, her, and a ghost of a memory that she wasn't thinking about tonight, not really. "Your mom. Has she been well? You're all nicely taken care of, so I assume so."
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Date: 2016-10-08 12:46 am (UTC)She wasn't like Aerith, who could talk to the Planet (though she was more like Aerith than she was like anyone else on Gaia) but flowers were old, sweet friends.
These were Aerith's flowers, but they knew her too.
"Yes," she said, content to be a bit ridiculous when it was flowers, her, and a ghost of a memory that she wasn't thinking about tonight, not really. "Your mom. Has she been well? You're all nicely taken care of, so I assume so."