❝I’m telling you, if you listen hard enough, even the most
hardened soul can hear them speak!❞
Optimism sings in the lull of her words, her hands clasped behind her back as she rocked all too contentedly back and forth on her heels, in a sea of spectacular yellow blooms. Granted, Aerith wasn’t strictly sure it was completely accurate, but it was a nice thought wasn’t it? That if you concentrated hard enough and tuned out the rest of the world, at least on some level you could hear the planet’s song. She could argue beyond the literal if it was easier; a kind of symbolic gesture to take stock and appreciate the wonder of nature tucked away in this desolate concrete wasteland, but even that wasn’t quite the same.
Undeterred, the florist persisted, her gaze all too pleading and sincere as she reached for the mercenary’s hand to tug him towards her floral compatriots. Ever encouraging and gentle, she tried in vain to add new perspective to an already abstract concept - but let it never be said, the ancient was anything short of tenacious. ❝ Just try it. Really listen. Can you hear it?❞