[Aerith has never been a very good sleeper. In some ways, it's worse here than it was at home, the ever-present dream energy painting both dreams and nightmares alike to be that much more vivid, making her that much more restless in turn. She's often up late, and tonight is no exception.
She's not at the fountain when she sees Link's glider go past, but she had been outside in her garden, visiting with the flowers under the starlight, enjoying their quiet and patient company. She catches a glimpse of the glider out of the corner of her eye, tracking its movement across the night sky, and she can't help but note its trajectory— the fountain isn't far from here, and it's become a favorite place of hers since her arrival several months back, even if one of her more recent visits had been unsettling.
It's none of your business, she tries to tell herself, but she's never been good about minding her own, and both curiosity and concern win out in the end. She pulls her jacket closed and buttons it to ward off the evening chill, and begins to make her way towards the fountain plaza, leaving her garden behind.
When she arrives, she recognizes the young man sitting at the fountain's edge. They've only ever seen one another in passing, but she knows they've spoken through the journals— Link, she's pretty sure his name is. She clears her throat softly, just enough to keep herself from accidentally sneaking up on him.]
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She's not at the fountain when she sees Link's glider go past, but she had been outside in her garden, visiting with the flowers under the starlight, enjoying their quiet and patient company. She catches a glimpse of the glider out of the corner of her eye, tracking its movement across the night sky, and she can't help but note its trajectory— the fountain isn't far from here, and it's become a favorite place of hers since her arrival several months back, even if one of her more recent visits had been unsettling.
It's none of your business, she tries to tell herself, but she's never been good about minding her own, and both curiosity and concern win out in the end. She pulls her jacket closed and buttons it to ward off the evening chill, and begins to make her way towards the fountain plaza, leaving her garden behind.
When she arrives, she recognizes the young man sitting at the fountain's edge. They've only ever seen one another in passing, but she knows they've spoken through the journals— Link, she's pretty sure his name is. She clears her throat softly, just enough to keep herself from accidentally sneaking up on him.]
A little late for gliding, isn't it?