thelast-cetra:

^{Naminé spoke Aerith’s name, and a new fear rose to replace the slain.} 

^{It is dangerous to travel through these woods, girl, they had said, hands warming pints of mead. Cursed lands don’t let you wander back out as easy as they let you in.}

^{But she didn’t have a choice. A dark portal had left her behind in a world unfamiliar and strange— a night to Hollow Bastion’s day— and following the darkness seemed the only chance to get home. After all, she did not have the luxury of a gummi ship.}

^{And she refused to lose her family again.}

^{❝ ── What are you doing here? It’s not safe. ❞} 

         _{There was something about that forest, something that was undoubtedly dangerous and sinister. Something intensely threatening that neither of them should have wandered into.}

                                                               _{Yet Aerith least of all.}

                  _{Opening another portal would be the best route to go, yet her powers seemed to be slipping away from her, through her fingers, sinking deeper and deeper within her. Still they did not wish to listen to her all that much, but Naminé had to get the other woman out of there, and soon. There were people waiting for her, likely worrying about her, in a way that made her safety a priority to the blonde.}

                                    _{Family was important, and she had none. Not like the brunette.}

                 _{”What are you doing here? You need to get somewhere safe.”}