Date: 2022-08-23 02:37 pm (UTC)
ancientflower: credit @ famira.dreamwidth.com (edited by me) (49)
Oh... Oh now she was getting angry.

"Protection? There's a snarling dog in my face and not a one of you are doing anything to help so I help myself and suddenly I'm the bad guy? I want to know why I've been pulled away from my world and my friends and I am told you might be able to do something and I'm terrible for daring to ask? I want to go and see if I can do for myself, so I'm not a burden, and you talk about me like I'm ungrateful? And worse, you all talk over me like I'm not even here!"

And oh how she hated that... Aerith was breathing harder now, clutching her stave to her chest. She wasn't using it as a weapon. Anyone with eyes could see she was using it as defence, to make her feel safe. If she dared to hug it with both of her arms she might have.

Because she was scared. For the first time since she was seven years old she knew real fear... And Aerith was doing anything in her power to try and make that go away.

"I just want to go home..." She whispered then... before a wave of dizziness made her sway, and in another moment her legs crumbled under her and she slipped to the ground in a dead faint.
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