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Send “Little thing” and my character
will tell you something as a child.

         _{Flowers were beautiful things. They could be colorful and vivid or they could be small and quiet in their vibrancy and she couldn’t help but love them all. Not that she saw them very often, and heard only of them in stories whispered to her, told to her in soft tones, and the first time that she truly saw a flower was because of the young woman who everyone took to calling the Flower Girl. But Naminé? Aerith was her preferred term for the woman who had shown her what a true flower looked like.}

                                                      _{Most of all, she let Naminé help her.}

         _{In that old church where the flowers were kept the blonde would putter over there almost every day to find the brown haired woman who she thought to be beautiful and radiant as the sun that she rarely ever saw, but she found that the comparison was accurate enough. A soft, teasing voice, a gentle smile, warm and vivid green eyes, hair that was soft and was always pulled back with a pink ribbon that did not quite match the rest of her outfit but was so pretty that Naminé loved it, even if blue was her favorite color. To her Aerith was something else entirely, someone who was not an adult and was not like the others that she feared and who looked down upon her.}

         _{Dutifully she filled the old watering can with fresh water and struggled her way back to the patch of flowers, almost falling over several times and swaying dangerously in her attempts. That day she had arrived early and wanted to surprise the older woman with a full watered garden because that seemed to be a kind enough thing to do, but she wasn’t quite strong enough to lift up the heavy watering can to water the flowers properly.}

                  _{That didn’t mean that she did not try though, and while her attempts were valiant she still, in one way or another, ended up with water splashed all over her front and the floorboards but almost none of it on the actual flowers. Which, naturally, was when Aerith arrived on the scene and took it all in and pressed a hand to her mouth to muffle any laughter that threatened to slip out, but she wasn’t very good at hiding it and Naminé sniffed, shivering slightly from the cold. How unpleasant.}

                           _{”Let’s get you into something dry and warm.”}

         _{Unsurprising as the offer was she still looked up at the brunette with owlish periwinkle eyes and shook her head in denial. ”No, b-but the wat’ring isn’t done and—“ quickly her protests were hushed though and a hand was reached out to her that was compelling and the look in the woman’s eyes said that there was to be no arguing and with another sniff, she reached out and took it. Small as her hand was it still fit well into the woman’s and she let the watering can be taken from her and set on the ground and allowed herself to be led away from the patch of beautiful flowers.}

                                                      _{”Th-thank you…”}

         _{Such thanks were not actually needed, not with Aerith who always seemed to be so kind even in her stubbornness and inability to accept the answer no. But the words slipped out anyways as she pressed close to the woman’s side and all but clung to her, feeling just that much warmer within her presence.}