[ Without care for her dress pale as flower petals, Aerith presses her knees into the damp soil next to him. How long had she been aware of him? The little outline of him, boyish and small, sloped shoulders tight but hunched. She had placed one palm on his shoulder, balanced all her weight onto it before kneeling down. It probably felt like nothing, she thought to herself. She was as light as a flower, easily carried away by the winds' whims in much the same way.
Her fingers move, spreading the top of the dirt with familiarity. She'd done this all the time beneath the steel sky of her home in Sector 5. A smile plays at her lips, the edges dark and ghostly. A false smile. ]
You really tucked them in, didn't you? [ She tilts her head to look at him, brown tresses falling over a caterpillar green gaze. ] They'll suffocate like this. Everything has to breathe, Minato. [ In the gentle tones of an amused teacher, she says, ]
Let's help them. Oh, but you did such a good job with wetting the soil. It's perfect.
gardening
[ Without care for her dress pale as flower petals, Aerith presses her knees into the damp soil next to him. How long had she been aware of him? The little outline of him, boyish and small, sloped shoulders tight but hunched. She had placed one palm on his shoulder, balanced all her weight onto it before kneeling down. It probably felt like nothing, she thought to herself. She was as light as a flower, easily carried away by the winds' whims in much the same way.
Her fingers move, spreading the top of the dirt with familiarity. She'd done this all the time beneath the steel sky of her home in Sector 5. A smile plays at her lips, the edges dark and ghostly. A false smile. ]
You really tucked them in, didn't you? [ She tilts her head to look at him, brown tresses falling over a caterpillar green gaze. ] They'll suffocate like this. Everything has to breathe, Minato. [ In the gentle tones of an amused teacher, she says, ]
Let's help them. Oh, but you did such a good job with wetting the soil. It's perfect.