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Who: Aerith Gainsborough and Syaoran.
When: Backdated to yesterday (Sunday) afternoon.
Where: Aerith's garden.
What: Syaoran wants to visit Aerith's garden and the flower-girl is always open for company.
Warnings: Cuteness?
Despite the chilly weather and overcast sky, Aerith had managed to keep the area surrounding her garden nice and warm. The flowers could not survive even a temporary freeze. Even though it was a little tiring to keep the spells in place, the flower-girl had managed to maintain the temperature around the plants. Therefore, regardless of it being Winter, Aerith's flowers and herbs were flourishing beautifully.
Kneeling down in the soft soil, blue dress splayed around her, Aerith tended to one small flower in particular. Using her magic once more, she cured it of a small fever. Most people did not know that plants - like people - could run fevers; but Aerith could tell the difference between a healthy flower and an ailing one.
But that was neither here or there at the moment. She would have company soon.
Brushing herself off, the flower-girl rose and clasped her hands in front of her chest. She then silently asked the island to be kind to her garden. Sooner or later, these herbs would come in handy.
And with Syaoran's help, hopefully, they would have enough herbs to soothe or cure everyone on the island if need be.
When: Backdated to yesterday (Sunday) afternoon.
Where: Aerith's garden.
What: Syaoran wants to visit Aerith's garden and the flower-girl is always open for company.
Warnings: Cuteness?
Despite the chilly weather and overcast sky, Aerith had managed to keep the area surrounding her garden nice and warm. The flowers could not survive even a temporary freeze. Even though it was a little tiring to keep the spells in place, the flower-girl had managed to maintain the temperature around the plants. Therefore, regardless of it being Winter, Aerith's flowers and herbs were flourishing beautifully.
Kneeling down in the soft soil, blue dress splayed around her, Aerith tended to one small flower in particular. Using her magic once more, she cured it of a small fever. Most people did not know that plants - like people - could run fevers; but Aerith could tell the difference between a healthy flower and an ailing one.
But that was neither here or there at the moment. She would have company soon.
Brushing herself off, the flower-girl rose and clasped her hands in front of her chest. She then silently asked the island to be kind to her garden. Sooner or later, these herbs would come in handy.
And with Syaoran's help, hopefully, they would have enough herbs to soothe or cure everyone on the island if need be.