(no subject)

[aerithic.livejournal.com]

[ There is a pink-clad girl sitting on the couch, her fingers wrapped around the sides of the pail of dirt resting on top of her lap.

She seems content; she's even humming. Upon closer inspection, someone may find that she isn't, in fact, humming to herself. She's humming to the dirt.

Why? ]

Comments

[preflame]

... why are you hummin' to the dirt?

[Was that blunt enough for you? Curious kid is curious.]

[aerithic.livejournal.com]

[ Aerith peeks up from the dirt to see who is questioning her. Aw, he's cute.

Aerith smiles, tipping the pail just slightly to that she can point at different areas of the dirt which, for the most part, look no different than the soil. Only one area that she points to has a shoot emerging from it. ]

The noise helps them grow.

[preflame]

What's in it?

[Peeeeeks at the soil.]

[aerithic.livejournal.com]

They're flowers.

[ She's holding out the pail for him to get a better look. ]

You can't see many of them yet, but if I give them the attention they need, they'll grow. You know how it is; if someone was singing to you, wouldn't you want to come up to see who it was?

[preflame]

Yeah! But it'd prob'ly be mom. Or Nami.

[aerithic.livejournal.com]

[ Aerith laughs. ]

But you'd come up to see which of two it was! That's the point.

[preflame]

Yeah, guess so.