[Tifa falls this time, allowing him to—and hoping that he will—catch her in his arms to help break the landing. She could have easily done it on her own were it not for the dress, and she was never one to accept help quite like this from someone else, but it's different with him. Even when she almost trips over the train, she rarely feels silly about it.
She offers the horse a hardy pat on its head as a thank you, with the promise of an apple after they've had some rest, and of course it happily agrees.
And when she gets a look on the building, she doesn't mind the rundown look to it. It's far away from both the Montagues and the Capulets, and all of the people who fawned over them at the party, and that was all that mattered. It could have been a small hole in the wall and she would have been fine to stay, as long as they could have some quiet rest. Even with it being on the outskirts of the town...]
It's so quiet.
[Only the chirping of crickets responds, and the lilies that dance in the warm breeze.]
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She offers the horse a hardy pat on its head as a thank you, with the promise of an apple after they've had some rest, and of course it happily agrees.
And when she gets a look on the building, she doesn't mind the rundown look to it. It's far away from both the Montagues and the Capulets, and all of the people who fawned over them at the party, and that was all that mattered. It could have been a small hole in the wall and she would have been fine to stay, as long as they could have some quiet rest. Even with it being on the outskirts of the town...]
It's so quiet.
[Only the chirping of crickets responds, and the lilies that dance in the warm breeze.]