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    GAIAFLEUR’S; Thank you for 500 followers giveaway

I don’t know how many people read these parts but I’ll make it short !! I refreshed this blog in December and started anew, and since then I’ve met some amazing  muns, written some pretty fun threads and had Aerith cross-over in many diverse worlds / meeting many different characters. I’ve celebrated Christmas, New Years and Valentines Day with excitement and my entire experience here has been such a blast. So, 500 followers later, I’ve realized how lucky I am to be portraying my favourite heroine; Aerith, and having her a part of all of your muses stories and adventures. Thank you to those who have: Supported me, participate with me, included me in memes and just recognized me / deal with my craziness on their dashboards on a daily basis.       So, here’s the only way I really know how to give back —-   { ICON GIVEAWAY. } Three winners. Followers of Gaiafleur only !!   All three winners will get a batch of icons of their muse / FC Reblogs count, likes do not. ** ICON SAMPLES : 

        ❛ —Daffodils, I’ve never seen a breed like that before. .I usually just            see the normal ones, the boring ones others might call them. .  ❜

        He’s never seen so many of them before either, not all in one place like how she            had been growing them. Riku reaches his hand out to happily accept her gentle           gift before the flower was brought up to his nose, starting a warm feeling in his            chest. Something telling him that this was more home than the shop was, or ever           could be. Such a lovely fragrance, enough to make him wish to learn her ways           so that he could grow them back at home.

  Dirt crunched beneath the soldier’s footsteps as she strode blindly through the slums; azure hues vigilant for movement or signs of life in her ambiance. She had been here a few times before, but never on her lonesome; she’d always had a blonde haired friend to guide her steps. Now, with no one to give her a sense of direction, the rosette had forfeited trying to find her way on her own, leading her to seek out the aid of a resident.

  Motion out the corner of her eye caused Lightning’s head to turn, her gander falling onto the frame of a young woman. Her apparel consisted of a pink gown, with a jacket and ribbon to match, and a woven basket full of flowers hanging off her arm. Brown locks cascaded over her shoulders, while her bangs framed her visage; emerald oculus breathtaking when their gaze’s met.

Gripping her basket, in a petite fist, she stares up at the stranger, eyes locked unto each others’. Blushing from the eye contact, she looks down at her flowers to break the tension that hung dense in the air. ❛ Yes? How can I help you?❜