[ Even though her attempt to peek goes nowhere, Aerith smiles smugly, as if to imply it did. Tilting her whole body over to the side so that she has to look up at Susato, she grins, and then stands upright when it’s clear Susato’s found the thing in question: a necklace.
It strikes her in the moment that it is beautiful, a trinket made up of splashes of color and a kaleidoscopic sense of being possesses it, wraps up the little lily inside like it is safe there. She looks upon it and the smile slips away, replaced with awe, and a warm sense of gratitude. Aerith reaches out for it, careful, unaware somehow, and then she curls her fingers back into her palm, as if afraid to take it. What if it broke? It is one thing to be given a gift, but… ]
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It strikes her in the moment that it is beautiful, a trinket made up of splashes of color and a kaleidoscopic sense of being possesses it, wraps up the little lily inside like it is safe there. She looks upon it and the smile slips away, replaced with awe, and a warm sense of gratitude. Aerith reaches out for it, careful, unaware somehow, and then she curls her fingers back into her palm, as if afraid to take it. What if it broke? It is one thing to be given a gift, but… ]
You made this, didn’t you?
[ It is far too precious to risk, if so. ]