[She stumbles, doe legs trembling from landing on her new opaline hooves, her hair thick with peonies and wildflowers as cherry blossom branches in full bloom weigh her head down like antlers. A long tail sweeps out from under her dress like a cow's, though instead of fur it's covered in soft rush grasses and as thick with flowers as her hair. Her pink sundress is slung low in the back to give way for the emerald embedded in her skin between her shoulders, and show how much of her freckled skin has been covered with pock-like scars. Doe-like ears flick up and forward as she looks around, shifting her grip on her staff.
This wasn't the Emerald District at all, her senses scrambled as she shifted, taking in everything around her. Taking a deep breath, she closed her eyes, and tried to will the flare of anxiety away. Not being chased, it didn't feel like there were any enem—
Aerith froze at the sound of his voice.
Calm, collected. Yet her heart was still thudding heavily against her ribs, her darkened knuckles going pale as she gripped her staff tighter, and she turned to level him with an arched eyebrow and an inquisitive, doll-like stare with eyes that were now a solid blue-green; clear and bright as the Lifestream's glow. Something about her face was off, her freckles now fungal growths, and her bare arms striped with dark bands like the bark of a birch tree, and shelf fungi grew from her shoulders and along her thighs that peeked out from how her skirt was tied up to make it easier to move.]
I sure hope so, I promised someone I'd help them with a refugee problem in a few hours.
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This wasn't the Emerald District at all, her senses scrambled as she shifted, taking in everything around her. Taking a deep breath, she closed her eyes, and tried to will the flare of anxiety away. Not being chased, it didn't feel like there were any enem—
Aerith froze at the sound of his voice.
Calm, collected. Yet her heart was still thudding heavily against her ribs, her darkened knuckles going pale as she gripped her staff tighter, and she turned to level him with an arched eyebrow and an inquisitive, doll-like stare with eyes that were now a solid blue-green; clear and bright as the Lifestream's glow. Something about her face was off, her freckles now fungal growths, and her bare arms striped with dark bands like the bark of a birch tree, and shelf fungi grew from her shoulders and along her thighs that peeked out from how her skirt was tied up to make it easier to move.]
I sure hope so, I promised someone I'd help them with a refugee problem in a few hours.