🏶 - - - Gentle hums escape the flower girl’s mouth as she works, picking the flowers from the bed that surrounds her. Her eyes judge the life and beauty before her. Normally, she knows that their worth is incredibly high and that each means as much to her as any other, but due to what she was making, she was being a bit harsher in her thought process. Her fingers wrap around the stems of the most beautiful ones that she sees. Those that shine in her heart. Once she picks a satisfying amount, she begins to weave them together. Digits work diligently, bringing forth a new item of pure gorgeousness. Any girl would be envious of it. Any man would crave it for a gift to their sweetheart. Yet this flower crown already had an owner, an intention behind it. Lids close as she continues working, song escaping her mouth, finally. It’s a song of a tragic love that is somehow everlasting and has no ending. Unlike her work which had now come to such an end, the crown done and ready to be given as a gift.
She wasted no time in heading the way of her trusty bodyguard. The girl had managed to convince him to come help her pick flowers to sell. Proudly, she extended her hands, presenting the crown to him. Aerith had the brightest smile plastered on her face. Hope of him liking such a small thing swam through the windows of her soul. What else could she really offer at the moment? She simply wanted to show him some sort of good thing.
“Here! It’s not much, but I... want you to have it. Consider it, but a small bonus.”
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