( the grove is huge--bigger than anything she's seen, though she hasn't seen much. in midgar, the plants had been limited, outside of the place where her house sat, or the flowers blossoming up in the church; there had been the small sprouts growing here and there, the weeds struggling to burst up from the cracks in the sidewalks in the slums. but she's never seen something quite like this, where the greenery goes far out into the distance, bushes and vines and whole walls of berries ready for the plucking, and already dutifully being tended to by other part-timers like herself. she's come prepared for the task: a pair of somewhat comically mismatched garden gloves, that she'd found stuffed into a crevice in her cottage, a dress that's already looking a little worse for wear from constant gardening, and her boots that need patching up.
really, all she needs is a wide-brimmed hat to complete the ridiculous ensemble. should have brought one. the sun beats down, bright and warm, but as she starts in at a place, far off in the distance, to work her way back towards the main building, she can already feel the sweat beading at her temple, staining the braids around it. her fingers pluck at the berries, dropping them dutifully into the bin she's been tasked with filling, but--
well, is it really her fault if every other berry ends up in her mouth, instead? humming along to a song she's made up along the way, she's merrily pushing another raspberry into her mouth when she realizes, abruptly, that it's not the only thing she's put in her mouth. there's something crawling: likely some sort of insect, maybe even just something as simple as a gnat, but immediately, she lets out a loud sound, flicks her head to the side and spits the raspberry right out.
if it happens to hit the person next to her, or even nearby...well, at least she'll have the manners to apologize. for now, she's spluttering a little, her nose scrunched and tongue out, looking much like a cat that's just tasted sour milk. )
PHYLAX FUN.
( it's unsettling, the way that this creature arrived: almost as though, with the absence of tifa, something else grew to fill that space in her life. at first she hadn't been too certain of it--the process had seemed easy and yet prolonged, and for hours she sat in the circle, waiting for her silly spirit to conjure up whatever it might conjure. in the end, she'd almost expected some kind of bird, maybe even a snake, or perhaps even one of those lizards she'd seen, sunning on her roof back home. could it be a wolf, even? or would that be projecting too much onto herself? but the form her phylax takes ends up being something of an odd surprise: a fox that, despite its ethereal form, has no markings, no color, pure white and rather large, with a sharp nose and bright eyes, one more blue, one more green.
she knows she's meant to train it, but mostly she just wants to take it back home and sit together, stroking at its fur. if that's even possible. no, it's definitely possible; she gives it a little rub even now, while she's waiting for her pair, squishing the animal's face between her palms with a laugh.
it turns out that she, and her partner, are being tasked with a scavenger hunt of a task--that should be easy enough, right? straightening back up again, she runs her hand through the air to conjure up the list of items, a considering hum as she reads them, and then-- )
A perfectly round stone? A flower with five petals? Two pink scarves?
( when she laughs, the fox at her feet gives an echoing chirp--she turns to her companion with a bright smile. ) Okay! Where should we start, hmm? Any ideas?
MOSS MANAGEMENT.
( there's something about the caves that just gives her an awful sort of feeling--maybe that's because she knows of what happened, of people she loves being involved with it, and the trepidation, the worry, seems to stay, perhaps echoed into the dark, enclosed space like the way the water drips and clings to the stone above. she knows that this is a necessary task: and even something that's fascinating to her, given her affinity with things that grow and climb up from the ground, but this is different. very different, given that this is a dark space, hidden from the sunlight, and that the thing in question, the moss, is growing over the entrance to the underground city, sheets of it that hang and drape out across the opening like ragged discolored curtains.
they say that the transport is the hard part; she's already come up with an idea for it, though it involves both of her hands. but really, what sort of danger could be left here? nothing she can't handle, right?
it's a manipulation of barrier magic, creating something of a holding cube for the moss; she leaves it open, patiently scoops and scrapes off as much as she's meant to into the shimmering, nearly-invisible bottom of the magic box, and then closes it up with her other hand. she'll have to keep it steady in order to maintain both the air inside and the light that can filter in; but still, even so, this is neat, isn't it? she brings the little magic box up to eye level, beaming at the moss inside, but the pleasure is short-lived. the bad part of all this? she forgot about all those pesky animals they warned about before entrance to the underground.
a bit of rock rumbles, bits of it rolling off into rubble onto the floor; the horrible face of a pincer-bug pops out, and though she might normally be happy to see an insect in her garden, these ones are just really not pretty. )
A little help! ( she calls out; the bug scurries its way out of the wall and down it, going for the floor, and though she can outpace it for now, pedaling backward, she can't hold the moss safe with one hand, can't reach for her staff, can't do much of anything but try to outmaneuver it. and what if it calls friends? ) Plea~se!
OOC. feel free to hit me up on the cr meme, or send a PM if you want to plot or have another idea! i'm welcome to wildcarding or having aerith participate in other quests as well.
Aerith Gainsborough | Final Fantasy VII (Remake) | Witch
( the grove is huge--bigger than anything she's seen, though she hasn't seen much. in midgar, the plants had been limited, outside of the place where her house sat, or the flowers blossoming up in the church; there had been the small sprouts growing here and there, the weeds struggling to burst up from the cracks in the sidewalks in the slums. but she's never seen something quite like this, where the greenery goes far out into the distance, bushes and vines and whole walls of berries ready for the plucking, and already dutifully being tended to by other part-timers like herself. she's come prepared for the task: a pair of somewhat comically mismatched garden gloves, that she'd found stuffed into a crevice in her cottage, a dress that's already looking a little worse for wear from constant gardening, and her boots that need patching up.
really, all she needs is a wide-brimmed hat to complete the ridiculous ensemble. should have brought one. the sun beats down, bright and warm, but as she starts in at a place, far off in the distance, to work her way back towards the main building, she can already feel the sweat beading at her temple, staining the braids around it. her fingers pluck at the berries, dropping them dutifully into the bin she's been tasked with filling, but--
well, is it really her fault if every other berry ends up in her mouth, instead? humming along to a song she's made up along the way, she's merrily pushing another raspberry into her mouth when she realizes, abruptly, that it's not the only thing she's put in her mouth. there's something crawling: likely some sort of insect, maybe even just something as simple as a gnat, but immediately, she lets out a loud sound, flicks her head to the side and spits the raspberry right out.
if it happens to hit the person next to her, or even nearby...well, at least she'll have the manners to apologize. for now, she's spluttering a little, her nose scrunched and tongue out, looking much like a cat that's just tasted sour milk. )
PHYLAX FUN.
( it's unsettling, the way that this creature arrived: almost as though, with the absence of tifa, something else grew to fill that space in her life. at first she hadn't been too certain of it--the process had seemed easy and yet prolonged, and for hours she sat in the circle, waiting for her silly spirit to conjure up whatever it might conjure. in the end, she'd almost expected some kind of bird, maybe even a snake, or perhaps even one of those lizards she'd seen, sunning on her roof back home. could it be a wolf, even? or would that be projecting too much onto herself? but the form her phylax takes ends up being something of an odd surprise: a fox that, despite its ethereal form, has no markings, no color, pure white and rather large, with a sharp nose and bright eyes, one more blue, one more green.
she knows she's meant to train it, but mostly she just wants to take it back home and sit together, stroking at its fur. if that's even possible. no, it's definitely possible; she gives it a little rub even now, while she's waiting for her pair, squishing the animal's face between her palms with a laugh.
it turns out that she, and her partner, are being tasked with a scavenger hunt of a task--that should be easy enough, right? straightening back up again, she runs her hand through the air to conjure up the list of items, a considering hum as she reads them, and then-- )
A perfectly round stone? A flower with five petals? Two pink scarves?
( when she laughs, the fox at her feet gives an echoing chirp--she turns to her companion with a bright smile. ) Okay! Where should we start, hmm? Any ideas?
MOSS MANAGEMENT.
( there's something about the caves that just gives her an awful sort of feeling--maybe that's because she knows of what happened, of people she loves being involved with it, and the trepidation, the worry, seems to stay, perhaps echoed into the dark, enclosed space like the way the water drips and clings to the stone above. she knows that this is a necessary task: and even something that's fascinating to her, given her affinity with things that grow and climb up from the ground, but this is different. very different, given that this is a dark space, hidden from the sunlight, and that the thing in question, the moss, is growing over the entrance to the underground city, sheets of it that hang and drape out across the opening like ragged discolored curtains.
they say that the transport is the hard part; she's already come up with an idea for it, though it involves both of her hands. but really, what sort of danger could be left here? nothing she can't handle, right?
it's a manipulation of barrier magic, creating something of a holding cube for the moss; she leaves it open, patiently scoops and scrapes off as much as she's meant to into the shimmering, nearly-invisible bottom of the magic box, and then closes it up with her other hand. she'll have to keep it steady in order to maintain both the air inside and the light that can filter in; but still, even so, this is neat, isn't it? she brings the little magic box up to eye level, beaming at the moss inside, but the pleasure is short-lived. the bad part of all this? she forgot about all those pesky animals they warned about before entrance to the underground.
a bit of rock rumbles, bits of it rolling off into rubble onto the floor; the horrible face of a pincer-bug pops out, and though she might normally be happy to see an insect in her garden, these ones are just really not pretty. )
A little help! ( she calls out; the bug scurries its way out of the wall and down it, going for the floor, and though she can outpace it for now, pedaling backward, she can't hold the moss safe with one hand, can't reach for her staff, can't do much of anything but try to outmaneuver it. and what if it calls friends? ) Plea~se!
OOC.
feel free to hit me up on the cr meme, or send a PM if you want to plot or have another idea! i'm welcome to wildcarding or having aerith participate in other quests as well.