[The ancient woman fusses with her fingers and mutters a few blusters: "... Just stumbled on 'em one day while I was out doing the shoppin' ... These old hands have trouble with delicate work. But it sure looks good on a pretty girl like you..."
The wreath might not be perfect; it might not have turned out exactly right, but to Kainé it's one of the most beautiful things she's ever seen. There's a delicate, determined reverence to the way she picks at one of the stems looser than the others in the circlet, determined not to rustle a single petal from a single precious flower. They probably aren't something that any normal person could "just stumble" on while shopping.
After her very focused, delicate work is complete, Kainé holds the Lunar Tear out with only a little hesitation, not wanting to accidentally give something away that will make Aerith think she was wrong about her all along. But...no. She's kind, and maybe one day even Kainé will believe that she deserves that kindness.] Here. You'll look beautiful... you already are.
[The rain will slowly cease as the dream begins to come to a close, the Aerie beginning to return to its neutral state, with one last sentiment lingering for Aerith to take in, with time for her to do any last things before it ends: We're gonna be fine, you and me. Long as we got each other, we'll be just fine.]
[ Aerith knows her flowers and she knows enough to tell that those delicate petals and beautiful blooms aren't simply stumbled upon—no, they're sought after. They're found.
So she takes the Lunar Tear with a delicate touch, handling them as if they're the most precious thing in the world. ]
So are you. I know you'll find what you're looking for.
[ The hope she still clings onto despite everything, her desire to be good, to find a place where she belongs... all of it makes her spirit as lovely as those that float along the lifestream back home. It reminds Aerith of herself when she was a child too, and she can't help but want to get out one last sentiment of encouragement before the dream fades, but she finds those words echoing in the darkness of her own room instead.
Ah... at least the sentiment echoing in her heart now bolsters her with hope. ]
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The wreath might not be perfect; it might not have turned out exactly right, but to Kainé it's one of the most beautiful things she's ever seen. There's a delicate, determined reverence to the way she picks at one of the stems looser than the others in the circlet, determined not to rustle a single petal from a single precious flower. They probably aren't something that any normal person could "just stumble" on while shopping.
After her very focused, delicate work is complete, Kainé holds the Lunar Tear out with only a little hesitation, not wanting to accidentally give something away that will make Aerith think she was wrong about her all along. But...no. She's kind, and maybe one day even Kainé will believe that she deserves that kindness.] Here. You'll look beautiful... you already are.
[The rain will slowly cease as the dream begins to come to a close, the Aerie beginning to return to its neutral state, with one last sentiment lingering for Aerith to take in, with time for her to do any last things before it ends: We're gonna be fine, you and me. Long as we got each other, we'll be just fine.]
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So she takes the Lunar Tear with a delicate touch, handling them as if they're the most precious thing in the world. ]
So are you. I know you'll find what you're looking for.
[ The hope she still clings onto despite everything, her desire to be good, to find a place where she belongs... all of it makes her spirit as lovely as those that float along the lifestream back home. It reminds Aerith of herself when she was a child too, and she can't help but want to get out one last sentiment of encouragement before the dream fades, but she finds those words echoing in the darkness of her own room instead.
Ah... at least the sentiment echoing in her heart now bolsters her with hope. ]