Date: 2022-08-22 01:36 pm (UTC)
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"I had hoped you'd tell me your name... Or do I give you one of my own?" She huffed and turned back to face forward. This time she crossed her arms. She was frustrated for several reasons now. The expectation that she should know what was going on and the strange things that were being told to her, and the weird looks she kept getting because she didn't. She had no idea what a 'Landen' was but she hadn't liked that look either. Aerith kept it to herself for now and just fell quiet and observed.

They entered a village, quaint and run down but with personality. And when they stopped she let him help her down and took a moment to straighten herself up, her skirt, her jacket and then her hair. Straightening up just in time to watch the reins be thrown to the dogs and the dogs take the horse away. A puzzled look followed. Another aimed at the man. Was he talking to...? When the dogs moved aside, she shot him a look but turned to the dogs with a nod. "Thank you." She thanked them politely and stepped into the building.

Aerith stepped inside and took everything in with a glance.

No, she was definitely not in Midgar anymore.

The woman who spoke caught her attention and Aerith tilted her head, unsure of what to say or why they were such fans of 'darkness'. But she held up a hand and gave them a small wave. "Hello. I think there's been a huge mistake."
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