Sep 10, 2006 17:56
After Cloud's departure into the endless night that was Traverse Town, Aerith Gainsborough found herself again left with her thoughts. The sharp pain had been replaced with a dull, throbbing sensation as the air suddenly seemed as cold as it should have the second she'd stepped outside. She'd probably catch an awful cold for staying outside without her jacket for so long, and yet she still couldn't bring herself to go back inside. The frigid night was somehow quieter than the warm, confining walls of the hotel, and Aerith was glad to be able to enjoy the fresh air. It was oddly soothing in the midst of everything.
The town was quiet. Though it was always dark, it was probably fairly late by most of the inhabitants' standards. The flower girl doubted she'd see any passerbys at this point, not that the day yielded many more. The constant threat of the Heartless was enough to keep most inhabitants, temporary or not, inside where they could at least feel a bit safer.
Was that what everyone thought would be best for her? The boys could be so protective sometimes, always insisting that she have an escort wherever she went, and she had to admit that their concern wasn't exaggerated at all. The Heartless were dangerous. To be fair, though, Aerith wasn't the same girl she'd been years ago. She wasn't a soldier, but she'd learned to take care of herself because she knew that she couldn't be one of those people who hid away for the rest of her life.
And she wanted to make it so that nobody else had to be one of those people either. But maybe that was just the naive child piping up again. Maybe she hadn't completely grown up.
Aerith sighed. It was going to be a long night, but at least the sky was clear.
aerith gainsborough,
vergil sparda