❀ midgar blossoms

[auncyenhalig]

This night for dreamers starts in blackness. Without form or shape, it may seem as though one is everywhere and nowhere at once. There are whispers rising from the dark from many voices, strange voices, more feelings than words. They speak of birth, life, and the inevitable death. They speak of something between death and birth, as well. Some

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[withoutshrimp]

[Anya digs into her pocket, and brings out a strange looking currency. It didn't look like American money at all]

Is this what you mean by gil? It thought those were what fish had.

[auncyenhalig]

Fish -- you mean gills? No, this is very different. A lot less wet, for one thing.

[ though the mention of fish has her thinking about it ... appearing in the distance is a gangly teenaged stockboy wrestling with a large, still-live fish to bring to his restaurant. Aerith glances at the sight, her expression bemused. ]

[withoutshrimp]

Oh. It sounded very similar. But it didn't look the same so I was quite confused.

[auncyenhalig]

Sorry. Can't accept slippery payment! But this [ she taps the gil in Anya's hand before taking her hand back ] works just fine. If you'd like one, miss ... ?

[withoutshrimp]

[Anya thinks about it for a moment. She usually hates parting with money.] I suppose I can be on the other end of capitalism for once.

[auncyenhalig]

You can't argue with getting a pretty flower. [ she takes a flower out, holding it out to Anya's hand. ] Here.