Brooding

[midgar_bloom]

Aerith sits in her garden with her arms clasped over her knees, hiding among the plants as she did as a child. Nearby, Zanzibar coils in the sand pit she'd cleared for him, watching his adopted mother with his characteristic calm gaze. He's already showing signs of his first molt.

So... that was Jenova. The Crisis...

She shudders, and her

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[fallen_kadaj]

Kadaj drops in, careful not to crush any plants beneath his feet. "Mothe...Aerith. Do you feel, better?"

[midgar_bloom]

Aerith nods gratefully. "Much, now that she's not probing me anymore." She hesitates. "Um... thank you for saving me." She notes his care to not step on any flowers and her estimation of him goes up another notch.

[fallen_kadaj]

"It is alright. I was glad to do it." Cocks his head staring at Zanzibar for a long while. "In your world...is there...a version of me?"

[midgar_bloom]

"No." Aerith shakes her head. "Not yet, anyway. I think there's supposed to be, but not until after... after Sephiroth and I die." She smiles fleetingly.

Meanwhile, Zanzibar stares back, his tongue flickering curiously at Kadaj.