[ Once more, puzzlement crosses his features. Once more, it settles. She has others here. Still, somehow, perhaps as an act of charity for him, because she feels sorry for him, or because she gracious, she chooses to walk with him in this garden.
What a thing to say. Her immediate reaction is that he must not know her at all to make that offer because he'd know she'll never leave him alone. That never actually comes out.
Maybe it's the environment or the flowers, which are impressive in size. Or maybe it's the emotional turbulence of the night accompanying their conversation. Whatever it might be, Aerith does actually colour a little. Well, a little by her standards.]
That's generous of you. [A stupid reply, but better than nothing while she fights being speechless.] Uhmmm. It's the same with me, too. If you ever feel lonely or just want the company, I'll be here for you.
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[As she puts herself together, her gaze swaps between his face, ever hard to read, and the arm he offers for her benefit. It might not be an occurrence that happens all the time back home, but similar things have happened enough that she it's not like she doesn't know to take it.
A bit thoughtful as she approaches, Aerith loosely weaves her arm about his and after a momentary dusting of her touch over his forearm, she attempts to take his hand.]
[ He had offered his arm, and she goes the extra length of both taking that and his hand. Somnus stills, but after another moment, he takes a step forward. They can continue on a walk like this. ]
[She's giddy. For a breath at least before she tones it down.]
You feel like talking about your home a little? I know you've said some things here and there. [More than he usually does and that's quite an accomplishment for someone like Somnus who isn't really much of a conversationalist.] I've been curious what it's like. If it's something like Camelot or different. Not that you have to.
[Patiently, she falls in step at his side, content to match whatever he might set.]
[She eyes him respectfully. He's already shared more than she's expected. That's good enough for now. One day, perhaps he won't be disinclined to share more.
So he turns it around on her. She looks thoughtful.]
I can try to do that. What did you want to know? I'm afraid I don't have much in the way of stories.
[It's not even intentional, the way her hand tightens upon his for a moment or two. Her expression softens. She never talks about this. Especially not with the people from home. Mostly because it doesn't matter.]
My mother was. I didn't know of any others. I only heard they existed once upon a time. It isn't really something people talk about. Probably because they don't know. And the people who did know were... you know. They were scared. Things people don't understand scare them. Makes them nervous. I get why they wouldn't want to ask.
[ He turns partway to look at her, her lips turning down. It's clear that, although curious, it doesn't seem as if he approves of the connotations of one of her kind being... "kept". ]
[She knows that look. Doesn't take much to get what he thinks of her explanation either.]
I'm fine though, right. See, I'm here in the flesh and everything.
[She pats herself with her free hand as though to reassure him. Of course, in coming here, Camelot's so-called need of her took her out of a voluntary captivity.]
[ He looks at her as she pats herself... and decides, perhaps, that he's overstepping a boundary. It's not really in his business to pry deeper on how she feels.
They continue to walk. ]
Now you walk among those who may wield magics freely. [ Some of whom can speak with animals. ]
[Somnus isn't the sort the press. Even so, she can't help feeling a little relieved when he doesn't.
As a silent short of gratitude her arm tightens about his, though to some that just might mean the opposite.]
I don't think magic was ever an issue. All kinds of people can use magic back home. It's so commonplace that you can buy it just about anywhere.
You can get materia- [She indicates the size using her free hand.] -put in your armour or your accessories. Different materia lets you use different kinds of magic.
It is magic. The source just comes from materia. Here-
[Aerith frees his arm and his hand as she continues.] -I'll show you. [Lifting her hands into the way she has her hair pulled back, she nips into her lower lip as she carefully releases the smaller materia that she hides beneath the pink ribbon she seems to constantly wear. Then she holds it up for him to see.]
See? This is materia. And magic can be used by using these.
[ Had he encountered such a sphere upon the street, he would think it to be a child's toy. Peering at it more closely, however, reveals that its marble-like surface is actually dynamic. There is some sort of power housed within, although perhaps dormant and inaccessible, after being brought to this realm from her own.
His eyes lift to watch her as she turns the materia over in her hands, showing it to him. Had she not taken it down from her hair, he wouldn't have known it was kept there. ]
[Probably, yes. Aerith doesn't quite know how it works. She has an idea, though and she's... seen how she imagines it'll be used. It's in that collection of various ominous future prophecies. She wouldn't call them that, but it's likely that's what they are.]
This one belonged to my mother. That probably makes it more different than others you might see. I know one of the people from my home world here had some when she arrived, but I think she said it vanished after she used it once. Not sure if anyone else from there has some. I could probably ask.
[She lets him get a full look at it as she moves her hand carefully.]
[She smiles, as if she appreciates the sentiment. He might not understand the full situation, but he doesn't have to. The subtle little input he has is good enough.]
It's another thing I was lucky to have in coming here. Most don't get to come with things from home. Since I have it with me all the time, it was already on me when I arrived.
[It doesn't take her too long to tuck it away before she reclaims his arm. And his hand. Well, at least attempts to.
Her head tips thoughtfully.]
Perhaps! Although I'm not sure what else I'd really want. I didn't have very much back home. At least, nothing really material. Mostly just memories, which isn't something that can be taken. I hope not, anyway. If you could have anything from home, what would it be? If you have anything, I mean. I bet you've got stuff you liked or were close to.
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Maybe she is in her own way.]
Not really. You're here, after all. And I have other friends here, too.
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What more can he say to that. ]
Then you have my company, so long as you wish.
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What a thing to say. Her immediate reaction is that he must not know her at all to make that offer because he'd know she'll never leave him alone. That never actually comes out.
Maybe it's the environment or the flowers, which are impressive in size. Or maybe it's the emotional turbulence of the night accompanying their conversation. Whatever it might be, Aerith does actually colour a little. Well, a little by her standards.]
That's generous of you. [A stupid reply, but better than nothing while she fights being speechless.] Uhmmm. It's the same with me, too. If you ever feel lonely or just want the company, I'll be here for you.
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But he does turn slightly, and-- after a short pause-- he offers his arm to her. ]
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A bit thoughtful as she approaches, Aerith loosely weaves her arm about his and after a momentary dusting of her touch over his forearm, she attempts to take his hand.]
How's this?
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Very well.
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You feel like talking about your home a little? I know you've said some things here and there. [More than he usually does and that's quite an accomplishment for someone like Somnus who isn't really much of a conversationalist.] I've been curious what it's like. If it's something like Camelot or different. Not that you have to.
[Patiently, she falls in step at his side, content to match whatever he might set.]
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I would prefer to hear of yours.
[ He had spoken briefly of his world just in this very same conversation... And that? That had been enough.
Rather, too much, even. He won't speak more. ]
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So he turns it around on her. She looks thoughtful.]
I can try to do that. What did you want to know? I'm afraid I don't have much in the way of stories.
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"I... can hear things, feel things, see things that others can't from plants and the planet. Once, there were many who could." ]
...The people... like you, who could see and hear things others cannot.
Are they your family?
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[It's not even intentional, the way her hand tightens upon his for a moment or two. Her expression softens. She never talks about this. Especially not with the people from home. Mostly because it doesn't matter.]
My mother was. I didn't know of any others. I only heard they existed once upon a time. It isn't really something people talk about. Probably because they don't know. And the people who did know were... you know. They were scared. Things people don't understand scare them. Makes them nervous. I get why they wouldn't want to ask.
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[ A pause. She never mentioned gods as being a part of her Star, so he corrects: ] Blessed by the Planet.
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[Again, fear. Aerith can hardly blame them.]
I guess there were some who thought people like that should be... [She thinks about how to put it. Shinra would say they were protecting her, but...]
Kept.
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I'm fine though, right. See, I'm here in the flesh and everything.
[She pats herself with her free hand as though to reassure him. Of course, in coming here, Camelot's so-called need of her took her out of a voluntary captivity.]
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They continue to walk. ]
Now you walk among those who may wield magics freely. [ Some of whom can speak with animals. ]
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As a silent short of gratitude her arm tightens about his, though to some that just might mean the opposite.]
I don't think magic was ever an issue. All kinds of people can use magic back home. It's so commonplace that you can buy it just about anywhere.
You can get materia- [She indicates the size using her free hand.] -put in your armour or your accessories. Different materia lets you use different kinds of magic.
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Materia.... Yet it is not magic?
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[Aerith frees his arm and his hand as she continues.] -I'll show you. [Lifting her hands into the way she has her hair pulled back, she nips into her lower lip as she carefully releases the smaller materia that she hides beneath the pink ribbon she seems to constantly wear. Then she holds it up for him to see.]
See? This is materia. And magic can be used by using these.
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His eyes lift to watch her as she turns the materia over in her hands, showing it to him. Had she not taken it down from her hair, he wouldn't have known it was kept there. ]
Is this materia different from the rest?
[ She keeps it hidden, after all. ]
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[Probably, yes. Aerith doesn't quite know how it works. She has an idea, though and she's... seen how she imagines it'll be used. It's in that collection of various ominous future prophecies. She wouldn't call them that, but it's likely that's what they are.]
This one belonged to my mother. That probably makes it more different than others you might see. I know one of the people from my home world here had some when she arrived, but I think she said it vanished after she used it once. Not sure if anyone else from there has some. I could probably ask.
[She lets him get a full look at it as she moves her hand carefully.]
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It is important to cherish such things.
[ So, she shouldn't use it, if it'll vanish. ]
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[She smiles, as if she appreciates the sentiment. He might not understand the full situation, but he doesn't have to. The subtle little input he has is good enough.]
It's another thing I was lucky to have in coming here. Most don't get to come with things from home. Since I have it with me all the time, it was already on me when I arrived.
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Perhaps in the future, there will be more ways to receive more from your home.
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Her head tips thoughtfully.]
Perhaps! Although I'm not sure what else I'd really want. I didn't have very much back home. At least, nothing really material. Mostly just memories, which isn't something that can be taken. I hope not, anyway. If you could have anything from home, what would it be? If you have anything, I mean. I bet you've got stuff you liked or were close to.
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