thelast-cetra:

^{Her voice was lightning in the dark. Brief. Illuminating. It quelled a thrill of fear before it could take root and bloom in her bones. Shifting, Aerith rolled onto her haunches and pushed upward to stand. Perhaps she should learn to move silently if one could hear the folding of her muscles.}

^{A name formed. Her tongue recalled the taste of its syllables.} 

^{❝ ── Naminé? ❞} 

         _{The voice that called out to her was undeniably familiar, in a way that made something inside of her chest stir. That voice of unfailing kindness… there could only be one person who could say her name in such a tone of voice, yet what was she doing there? In such a dark and potentially dangerous forest… it was almost unreal, to hear her voice.}

                  _{Still she stepped forwards, silhouetted by the moon that was in the sky.}

                           _{”A… Aerith?”}