@somnus-lucis-caelum
Sounds of children laughing carried through the field where Aerith playfully chased them along and back to their homes. The sun was cresting, bathing the world in a warm golden glow. It was their last warning that darkness was approaching and she for one didn’t want to be on the receiving end of unhappy parents for having kept them too long.
Though only a half-blood she still had a lot to teach about Cetran rituals. Preparing the fields for tilling was vital for the survival of their growing settlement, more mouths to feed meant expanding was necessary, and though the population was dominantly human they chose to turn their eyes away when it came to magic that benefited the greater good. Most people were accepting, though a few were wary. They feared what they didn’t understand. That’s what her mother told her.
So, she herself tried to keep an open mind. Perhaps that was why she didn’t immediately turn on her bare heels and run when she sighted a strangely-garbed man beneath a tree that had seen better days. Looking around as she brushed her hands clean it was a quick realisation that no one else had accompanied him. If they had they were very well hidden.
“Are you alright?” she called, approaching only as far as the green grass spread out, stopping where it had withered and died. Honestly she’d rather be on her way home. Having drained her magic she felt bone-tired. All she wanted was some food before she inevitably crashed, but the stranger gave her pause enough to at least check on him. He had probably traveled from afar and for all she knew he was a lone Cetra fearful of her village. “All on your own, huh. You have a camp?” she motioned to him, he certainly didn’t have the look of a traveler now that they were closer, “You’re traveling light.”
