ੈ @wristguards ... ifalna, [ <- can be found humming a little melody as she freshens up aerith's paints for her. ifalna style <3 ] ·˚
the young peddlar skips down petal lane back to her abode, with an empty wicker basket after her day's work at the abandoned church upon the edge of sector five. the home they've found with elmyra, though modest, is a wonder to behold. nestled away in a secret corner of midgar's underbelly — a pocket of peace amid the noise. as she approaches, the garden wakes in recognition to greet her, as if to welcome her home. with a light hop, she crosses the narrow bridge arching over the stream no wider than her stride.
❝ moms! i'm home! ❞ aerith chimes, upon entering through the front door — her voice a sing-song as she sets her basket down beside the threshold. turning toward the gentle clatter of the kitchen, aerith's eyes lift to meet the figure of her mother ifalna, standing by the sink with a tray of old paints. their colors dulled and half-forgotten. aerith cannot recall the last time she'd seen those paints, certainly long enough for them to have dried into little stones.
a smile blooms across her face, and in just a few quick and eager steps, she was beside her, leaning in close to peer over her mother's shoulder. ❝ hey, whoa, where did you find those? they're looking a little crusty, mom. ❞ she presses a kiss to ifalna's cheek, ❝ i haven't seen these in so long ... ❞
