[She isn't really sure what they're celebrating this time and it feels like it was only a couple of weeks ago that they had that over-the-top festival. Day of Devotion certainly has a romantic ring to it, though. Aerith knows as well as anyone, however, that there's multitudes of kinds of love. The love she experiences for her friends is just as important as the love she has for Elmyra, and just as important as affection she's felt in her past.

It's still hard to believe that if she weren't brought here, she'd still be sitting in a laboratory. So many of the others are in a complicated situation. Taken from places they didn't deserve to be taken from. Yet she's grateful. More so to know that Cloud is in this world with her. She can't help wondering if she would have seen him again back home.

She likes to think she would, but that is neither here nor there. At the stall with the scarves, she wears a thoughtful frown as she looks over the different scarves that are on display.]

Hm. Do you have anything that maybe a serious guy would like?

[Because of course she wants to get something for Cloud. Something to thank him for everything he's done for her. It'll probably make him uncomfortable to hear such a thing, but he's important.]

[The moment she notices that many of Aldrip's townspeople are getting things together for the field of flowers they're working on, Aerith wastes very little time in trying to weave herself right in with the rest of the locals. Many have mistaken her already for being a part of this world by default. She feels plain in comparison. Someone who can easily disguise herself among the others. Those who belong in this world, however, seem to know her almost immediately.

Yet they don't stop her from joining them. In fact, they put her right to work. She has a little section to herself with neat soil and there's a small little collection of young plants at her side that she's planting one by one. Once each one's in the ground, she reaches for the watering can she's filled up preemptively, though she realises she's filled it maybe a little too much.

She pauses the first person to pass by by trying to invade that personal space as nicely as she can manage.]

Hi, do you think you could help me out? I filled it a little too much and it's too heavy for me to pick up. I just need a little help watering the flowers.

[Help a princess girl out, would you?]

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