Aerith's laughter rang out brightly as the horse was spurred into movement. The heavy feeling of those majestic legs eating up the distance and caring not in the slightest for the snow in its way was so thrilling for Aerith. The wind in her hair and the sounds around her, the huff of the horses breathing and power within it's every movement... Of course she should have known this wasn't her world. It felt so different!

She did hear some of what was said behind her, but most was lost and she didn't bother to reply for the same reason.

As for the river, it was the scent on the breeze that alerted her more than the sound, though as they got closer that rushing sound was hard to ignore.

Aerith was a woman who had lived her entire life under a plate, trapped within a walled in city of metal. This world outside was beautiful, even if it wasn't her own.