"Aerith, I want you to take care of this materia. "  Her mother, her biological mother, stared into her face with soft worried eyes the same color as her own. Little Aerith stared at the small orb in her hands, blinking once or twice. "H-how?" The woman gently slid the materia between the ribbon in her hair, smiling faintly. "Like that. One day ( Read more... )