Who: Aerith and Tifa!
What: Tifa needs the rescuing for once. Or, rather, directing. XD
When: Backdated to not long after Tifa's arrival.
Where: A park, apparently. And then the town.
Warnings: None that I can think of right off the bat.
Tifa had said she was in a park. Aerith knew of only one such place on the island. Then again, she hadn't explored the island from end to end. If she arrived in the wrong spot...
Biting the inside of her cheek worriedly, the flower girl made her way through the trees. She used her staff to push the vegetation to one side or the other.
Unlike usual, Aerith was not carrying a basket filled with yellow irises. For once, she had chosen functionality over beauty. She was grateful she had made that decision. If Tifa was in any kind of danger, she might be able to do something about it with her staff.
Releasing a shaky breath, she paused under one tree and looked around curiously.
"Tifa?" she called, her gentle voice raising only slightly to ensure the other woman heard her, "Are you here?"