[He squeezes her hand and wherever Aerith has threatened to go returns right there to that moment. To him. She is coming to appreciate that a great deal.]
That would be nice, wouldn't it. If the entire continent, this one, and that one, could have no shortage of gardens. But that sounds expected. [She grins.] I dream of a world of flowers and draping trees and clear water, juicy fruits, and rich, vibrant vegetables.
[Her attention turns a little when Clive makes mention of the last crystal. It's the way he puts it. She doesn't ask it outright, but her gaze does. He has a plan. He's just following through with the steps. If she hadn't arrived in Storm, if she hadn't been rescued by Cid those years before, would their paths have crossed in Ash? Maybe it wouldn't have been in the same way.]
You're planning to go to Ash anyway. [It's not even a question. Just an observation.] Eventually. It sounds like you have this all planned out. I guess that would be important. Better to have a direction to go in than the alternative.
[She can't help wondering when that might be. Every time a crystal shatters, Aerith can't explain it, but something feels... off. Wrong. It is nearly bittersweet. And a part of her almost feels like she is losing a part of herself. But all of that sounds ridiculous.]
[ Life, life, and more life. Funny, how Aerith walks on mossy ground and leaves it looking greener to his untrained (biased) eye－ she meanders through the world like a sunbeam, and her warmth in his hand turns over embers in his chest.
Warm things, pretty things. He hears birdsong to the east, and a stranger silence in the west. Something he should pay closer attention to, being that most silences are owed to unsavory characters having scared off the local fauna, but－
－Aerith is pleasantly distracting for now, and he'd like to linger in her safety for a few moments longer. ]
Only you could make vegetables sound so romantic.
[ A not-sarcastic quip, stated with simple sincerity. A light rejoinder, before he has to segue into the topic of inevitabilities. ]
And... yes. As long as Drake's Head stands, it gives me reason to venture to Ash. With or without Barnabas Tharmr's blessing.
[ That's a joke; no one as of yet has given him their blessing to break their most valuable asset. ]
It would be good to have a guide, but I expect it's far too dangerous to bring you back to your homeland.
["Only you could make vegetables sound so romantic."
She's not expecting it. That response. It makes her laugh outright as she looks over to him. Then she grins, a bit girlish and even abashed. Considering she's never thought herself a romantic, being described as using language that even points in that direction is... For her, it's nearly unheard of. Clive always seems to know how to catch her off guard.
His clarification, explanation, that impending visit to Ash grabs her then. With her hand in his, she can only reflect and wonder. Barnabas won't give his blessing. Maybe a challenge, if anything. She doesn't think there will be any kind of peaceful exchange between the two of them. Barnabas does not seem like the kind of man who would. And given what Ash was like when she left, she can only suspect it's gotten worse.
That continent might as well be in disarray. And Barnabas doesn't seem to care at all.]
Hm... [Her head tilts as she eyes him.] I could probably go if I didn't just go wearing this. But if no one knew who I was, I could guide you. It'll be... a while before you go, right? Before you're planning to go? [She turns from him, scans the distance, trying to think about where they are currently on a map.]
There's still Drake's Tail to contend with. The Crystalline Dominion sits on the brink― we'll have to go there before we think of moving further east.
[ Enamored by Aerith's smile, the way he speaks of necessities softens to match the swelling of his heart. The world feels slightly less complicated when she laughs, and it inspires him to shift the conversation in a lighter, less dour direction. ]
So there's time enough to find you something else to wear, I suppose. [ They've talked about consulting Hortense before; he wonders if that conversation has already happened between Aerith and her where he wasn't there to see. ] Something less...
[ Hm. ]
...Pink. [ Because that's all it takes for the people looking for her not to recognize her, right. Obviously he doesn't actually think this, but he's just teasing as lightly as a man like him is able. ]
[At least there is time. There is no part of Aerith chomping at proverbial bit to return to Ash. When she thinks about doing so, a flutter of nerves comes up. Maybe by the time that time arrives, she may handle it better. Even if she doesn't, she will put on the presentation that she does.
That is Aerith's way.]
Oh, actually... [She looks a little pleased, a little animated, and it is transparent that she may even be looking forward to it.] I think when we get back, I should be able to check on the progress of that. I know I said I like pastel colours and I do, but I didn't want anything that looks too much like me. So I opted for blue and white. No pink. I specifically said no pink.
[With her free hand, she reaches for her hair and plays with the braid she has it pulled back into.]
I'll do something different with this, too, but I'm not sure what yet. Maybe I'll just wear it down.
[Although she wonders if that'll be good enough. Would people recognise her face easily? Aerith doesn't think she's memorable at all, but that doesn't mean others don't feel the same way.]
If it's done by the time we get back, do you want to take a look and give me your professional opinion?
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That would be nice, wouldn't it. If the entire continent, this one, and that one, could have no shortage of gardens. But that sounds expected. [She grins.] I dream of a world of flowers and draping trees and clear water, juicy fruits, and rich, vibrant vegetables.
[Her attention turns a little when Clive makes mention of the last crystal. It's the way he puts it. She doesn't ask it outright, but her gaze does. He has a plan. He's just following through with the steps. If she hadn't arrived in Storm, if she hadn't been rescued by Cid those years before, would their paths have crossed in Ash? Maybe it wouldn't have been in the same way.]
You're planning to go to Ash anyway. [It's not even a question. Just an observation.] Eventually. It sounds like you have this all planned out. I guess that would be important. Better to have a direction to go in than the alternative.
[She can't help wondering when that might be. Every time a crystal shatters, Aerith can't explain it, but something feels... off. Wrong. It is nearly bittersweet. And a part of her almost feels like she is losing a part of herself. But all of that sounds ridiculous.]
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Warm things, pretty things. He hears birdsong to the east, and a stranger silence in the west. Something he should pay closer attention to, being that most silences are owed to unsavory characters having scared off the local fauna, but－
－Aerith is pleasantly distracting for now, and he'd like to linger in her safety for a few moments longer. ]
Only you could make vegetables sound so romantic.
[ A not-sarcastic quip, stated with simple sincerity. A light rejoinder, before he has to segue into the topic of inevitabilities. ]
And... yes. As long as Drake's Head stands, it gives me reason to venture to Ash. With or without Barnabas Tharmr's blessing.
[ That's a joke; no one as of yet has given him their blessing to break their most valuable asset. ]
It would be good to have a guide, but I expect it's far too dangerous to bring you back to your homeland.
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She's not expecting it. That response. It makes her laugh outright as she looks over to him. Then she grins, a bit girlish and even abashed. Considering she's never thought herself a romantic, being described as using language that even points in that direction is... For her, it's nearly unheard of. Clive always seems to know how to catch her off guard.
His clarification, explanation, that impending visit to Ash grabs her then. With her hand in his, she can only reflect and wonder. Barnabas won't give his blessing. Maybe a challenge, if anything. She doesn't think there will be any kind of peaceful exchange between the two of them. Barnabas does not seem like the kind of man who would. And given what Ash was like when she left, she can only suspect it's gotten worse.
That continent might as well be in disarray. And Barnabas doesn't seem to care at all.]
Hm... [Her head tilts as she eyes him.] I could probably go if I didn't just go wearing this. But if no one knew who I was, I could guide you. It'll be... a while before you go, right? Before you're planning to go? [She turns from him, scans the distance, trying to think about where they are currently on a map.]
Where are you going next?
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[ Enamored by Aerith's smile, the way he speaks of necessities softens to match the swelling of his heart. The world feels slightly less complicated when she laughs, and it inspires him to shift the conversation in a lighter, less dour direction. ]
So there's time enough to find you something else to wear, I suppose. [ They've talked about consulting Hortense before; he wonders if that conversation has already happened between Aerith and her where he wasn't there to see. ] Something less...
[ Hm. ]
...Pink. [ Because that's all it takes for the people looking for her not to recognize her, right. Obviously he doesn't actually think this, but he's just teasing as lightly as a man like him is able. ]
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That is Aerith's way.]
Oh, actually... [She looks a little pleased, a little animated, and it is transparent that she may even be looking forward to it.] I think when we get back, I should be able to check on the progress of that. I know I said I like pastel colours and I do, but I didn't want anything that looks too much like me. So I opted for blue and white. No pink. I specifically said no pink.
[With her free hand, she reaches for her hair and plays with the braid she has it pulled back into.]
I'll do something different with this, too, but I'm not sure what yet. Maybe I'll just wear it down.
[Although she wonders if that'll be good enough. Would people recognise her face easily? Aerith doesn't think she's memorable at all, but that doesn't mean others don't feel the same way.]
If it's done by the time we get back, do you want to take a look and give me your professional opinion?