Sephiroth had noticed the petite woman with her flower basket a while ago. She was selling a lot, it seemed, which wasn’t surprising considering her prices that were high, but still lower than anything one could buy at shops. One silver coin for a lily, he had figured out. How long had it been since he had seen flowers in Midgar? Of such fresh quality? People smiled around her, how strange was that?
Sephiroth took his time to quietly observe her from afar taking joy from the odd hotspot of serenity she seemed to be.













