exnatura:

          ❝ — but you probably know that already. ❞

  at times, it feels as if her church is the only thing
  still standing within the rubble of an abandoned city.
  it seems fitting: a building once erected as a beacon
  of hope weathering the effects of holy magic. a quirk
  of her lips suggests that aerith is not entirely pleased
  with the imagery, and she forgoes her flowers in order
  to place the entirety of her attention on the stranger.

      ❝ you should be careful. there are a lot of dangerous
                 things that lurk around here. ❞

         _{Danger seemed to lurk everywhere, in the end. It was truly impossible to get away from it.
         However, she hadn’t run into any on her way there, and that was what mattered.
         Albeit, not as much as the woman who stood before her who seemed so familiar
         as if she were walking into some strange dream, into an old abandoned church
         that, impossibly, had flowers growing within it. And a woman, as well.}

                           _{”I will be, thank you for the warning.”}

         _{A pause.
         Sometimes she felt
         that was all she was capable of.
         Silence.}

                                    _{”Sorry to trespass. I'm Naminé.”}