[ There had hardly been enough time to get everyone at very least introduced to each other that night, much less so to get acquainted. There was too much going on, too much at stake. But in the days since that harrowing night at the cliffside, Oriphi canāt help but feel that she wishes she had met Aerith any other way.
As it is, Ori feels as though sheās only just met the woman, and the tiefling has already failed her in so many ways. Her memories of the night are hazy at best, after a certain point, but sheāll never forget what it was like to finally be brought into a full state of awareness after drifting in and out and looking on in horror as Eustace took down one person after another - to find blood dripping across the ice, a limp form covered in red and pink pinned against the wall.
How nice would it have been if they had met instead at the Wild Harvest? Maybe Ori could have stopped by and ran into Aerith there, and Tifa could have introduced them. Then Ori could have asked Aerith about all the things that Tifa has told her about that she's never heard of before, like teevees and karaokeā¦
Then again, this is just the way, in Oriās life. An adventurer rarely gets to meet someone in nice circumstances - more often than not, people get thrown into the same shit together, and come out of it with some tenuous, nebulous form of acquaintanceshipā¦
Still, Oriās surprised to open her door to find Aerith standing there, smiling with some gifts in tow. She had just been planning to do the just the same for everyone, though her gifts are going to be a lot less fun. If the various potion-making supplies scattered across a table in the kitchen behind her and a pot bubbling away on the stove is any indicationā¦ ]
opens arms wide!!
As it is, Ori feels as though sheās only just met the woman, and the tiefling has already failed her in so many ways. Her memories of the night are hazy at best, after a certain point, but sheāll never forget what it was like to finally be brought into a full state of awareness after drifting in and out and looking on in horror as Eustace took down one person after another - to find blood dripping across the ice, a limp form covered in red and pink pinned against the wall.
How nice would it have been if they had met instead at the Wild Harvest? Maybe Ori could have stopped by and ran into Aerith there, and Tifa could have introduced them. Then Ori could have asked Aerith about all the things that Tifa has told her about that she's never heard of before, like teevees and karaokeā¦
Then again, this is just the way, in Oriās life. An adventurer rarely gets to meet someone in nice circumstances - more often than not, people get thrown into the same shit together, and come out of it with some tenuous, nebulous form of acquaintanceshipā¦
Still, Oriās surprised to open her door to find Aerith standing there, smiling with some gifts in tow. She had just been planning to do the just the same for everyone, though her gifts are going to be a lot less fun. If the various potion-making supplies scattered across a table in the kitchen behind her and a pot bubbling away on the stove is any indicationā¦ ]
Miss Aerithā¦!
[ She peers down at the milk teas. ]
W-What? Did you bring those for us?