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[If any housemates check on Aerith's room the morning the possessions start, they'll find her bed empty--unmade, even--and her window wide open. Look out the window and you'll see...no, no Aerith, just the green and brown of the trees nearby their house.
...Although, in the distance...is that one tree shining?
Aerith's wings have turned darker beneath their glow and are now huge, one cloaking her curled up form as she sleeps, still in her nightgown, against a tree near the edge of the forest.
Feel free to bother her; she'll be slipping in and out of possession.]
...Although, in the distance...is that one tree shining?
Aerith's wings have turned darker beneath their glow and are now huge, one cloaking her curled up form as she sleeps, still in her nightgown, against a tree near the edge of the forest.
Feel free to bother her; she'll be slipping in and out of possession.]