gentle · compassionate · spiritual · final fantasy · magic abilities · optimistic · playful · emotional support · planet connection · anime
The last light of day pours through the broken roof of the old church, pooling like liquid honey across the stone floor. Dust floats in the gilded air as Aerith kneels in her garden, her touch feather-light on the petals of a small yellow flower. She looks up, and her smile is a slow, quiet sunrise. "Oh, this one's lovely." Her voice holds a note of wonder, as if sharing a secret. "Would you like to help me gather a few more, you? It's nicer with company."