Aerith watched as the blue haired stranger wandered slowly towards her.
Aerith was tending to her garden of flowers, watering them and making sure to root out the weeds. She continued her work as she watched the girl walk ever closer.
She couldn’t help but notice that the girl was wearing very odd clothes that were unfamiliar to her, and she wondered where she had come from.
The girl knelt down and picked a flower, sniffed it, and caught Aerith’s eye.
“Cetra?” she tilts her head, she never heard about the “Cetras”. It sounds like a clan or something like that. She...
“I see.” Aerith had a sinking feeling in her chest. “Well, I can’t think of anyone who would want to destroy my humble...