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[shiningprayer.livejournal.com]

[An angel in a pink dress can be seen crouching here and there in Paradisa's lush gardens, a watering can in her hand and a few tiny flower pots beside. She hums to herself as she works, something reminiscent of an old lullaby for calm and safety.]

[ooc: Open post ~]

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[maidenofdusk.livejournal.com]

[Arwen is also out among the flowers, but she is whispering to them and caressing them to make them grow better. She stops for a moment when she hears the song from the other side of a row of plants, and after a moment begins to hum along.]

[shiningprayer.livejournal.com]

[Oh? Aerith blinks, then smiles to herself as she adds a few tiny perennials to the row. She's curious about whoever that is, though.]

[maidenofdusk.livejournal.com]

[Arwen walks around the corner and into view]
It is a lovely song.

[shiningprayer.livejournal.com]

[Aerith sits back and looks up.] Ah, hello~

It was an old lullaby I learned somewhere. The flowers seem to like it enough.

[maidenofdusk.livejournal.com]

Plants always enjoy song...
[as she caresses a leaf with the delicate touch of a lover]

[shiningprayer.livejournal.com]

[There's something incredible about the way Arwen does that, reminiscent of Aerith herself...]

You're going to make the other plants jealous.

[maidenofdusk.livejournal.com]

Oh, I walk among them every few days. And I do not believe jealousy is known to plants. Only joy, and foreboding.

[shiningprayer.livejournal.com]

[a soft giggle] I don't know. I think every plant has its own personality. We're all made up of the same stuff, aren't we? [She pours a little water on the newly-planted flowers.] Some are more stubborn than others. Some protect other plants, and some are shy and would rather hide in the shade. And there are plants that can survive anything and still look and act the same.

[maidenofdusk.livejournal.com]

Perhaps. But when my people sing to them, and they return our songs, they sing only those two.

[shiningprayer.livejournal.com]

I see... [She folds her hands in her lap.] Your people?

[maidenofdusk.livejournal.com]

[she smiles] I am elf-kind.

[shiningprayer.livejournal.com]

I've never heard of an elf. But there was a race of people on my world who spoke to the planet... who took care of it, as it took care of all its children.

[maidenofdusk.livejournal.com]

Ah, then they are perhaps not so different from my own people. We are the Firstborn, the caretakers of Middle-Earth.

[whistleandwork.livejournal.com]

[Olimar is out exploring the forest-like thickets of flowers, when he suddenly stops to listen. A rather pleasant humming voice? How compelling! He shall seek out the source of this sound! You may notice a little red light on an antenna approching through the plants, Aerith.]

[shiningprayer.livejournal.com]

Oh? What's this? [She leans down and parts the flowers with her soft hands to look.]

[whistleandwork.livejournal.com]

[He startles.] Ah! Good day. [Stares up at her, curiously headtilting.] You were the one humming just now, were you not?

[shiningprayer.livejournal.com]

I was! [She smiles brightly.] I didn't mean to scare you, sir. [He's so tiny~]

[whistleandwork.livejournal.com]

Please, think nothing of it!

Allow me to introduce myself, miss. My name is Captain Olimar.

[shiningprayer.livejournal.com]

It's nice to meet you, Captain! I'm Aerith.

[She watches him as she curls a bit of chestnut hair around her finger.]

Were you taking a walk?

[whistleandwork.livejournal.com]

A pleasure to meet you, as well, Aerith!

Yes, I was taking the opportunity to study these native plants further. Between Paradisa's prolific flora and your humming voice, I was suddenly reminded of a planet I visit occasionally ...

[shiningprayer.livejournal.com]

Ahh...

Was it your home? Or somewhere else? You look like you could go a lot of places, dressed like that.

[whistleandwork.livejournal.com]

[Beams.] This space suit has protected me from many strange and incredible climes.

The planet I was thinking of is not my home at all, although it is home to my friends, the Pikmin. They are mysterious plant-like creatures with adorable singing voices. It is hard not to recall them, surrounded as I am by flowers and leaves!

[shiningprayer.livejournal.com]

Incredible!

[She smiles at that.] That sounds like a wonderful place. Plants love being sung to, did you know that?

[whistleandwork.livejournal.com]

[Now he's fascinated.] They do? How intriguing! I had not thought that plant life had the auditory nervous system to truly appreciate sound with. Although the Pikmin did appear eager to learn any melodies I happened to be humming ...

Is that what brings you into the gardens today, Aerith?

[shiningprayer.livejournal.com]

They don't need to be like us to feel. Haven't you ever seen vines? They feel, so they climb walls and trees.

[She stifles a giggle.] Only partially. I thought I'd add a little color to this row. Now it looks fuller, see?