[ A moment of playful silence passes. The lights dazzle, flashing cool purple, then pink, and Aerith takes Susato by the hand, leading her. They leave, leaving nothing but stories behind, and it's onto the streets of Wall Market, where wafts of pleasant aromas pass them by. Pastries, fried foods, but perfumes, too, a dance of memories that all bleed together in a light show that blurs and mixes together like water color paints, or neon lights that leave long, burning stripes of color as you run past the, too fast for your eyes to catch up. ]
We've got this. [ She speaks, long brown hair trailing in waves as the pair of them cut through the crowds, throngs of people with no discernable or memorable features, all before they come up to a great, big castle with reds and golds in ostentatious designs covering the French doors. ]
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We've got this. [ She speaks, long brown hair trailing in waves as the pair of them cut through the crowds, throngs of people with no discernable or memorable features, all before they come up to a great, big castle with reds and golds in ostentatious designs covering the French doors. ]
You scared?