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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.

[shiningprayer.livejournal.com]

The Cetra were born first, too. They never settled down in one place, just roamed the lands to tend to the Planet. That was all the joy they needed.

But some grew discontent with that way of life. The ones who settled down to farm the land lost the ability to hear the Planet, and they became human.

[maidenofdusk.livejournal.com]

My people once traveled, but that was long ago, before sorrow came to the land. We live apart from the other races of Middle-Earth, but still we tend the land.

[shiningprayer.livejournal.com]

Most of the Cetra were wiped out by disease, or so the story goes. [She pats a little more dirt at the flowers' base.] I was the last one.

[maidenofdusk.livejournal.com]

I would have asked, but I believed I already knew the answer. [she smiles] Then we are kin, perhaps - beyond the constraints of worlds.

I am Arwen Undomiel.

[shiningprayer.livejournal.com]

I think we could be. [She smiles lightly in return, emerald eyes kind and knowing.]

I'm Aerith. It's a pleasure to meet you, Arwen.

[maidenofdusk.livejournal.com]

A pleasure indeed. A star shines upon the hour of our meeting, as my people would say.

[shiningprayer.livejournal.com]

That's an interesting saying.

What greater star is there than the sun?

[maidenofdusk.livejournal.com]

None. But the one that follows it is my namesake - the Evenstar. First and brightest star of twilight.

[shiningprayer.livejournal.com]

... That's a beautiful namesake to have.

[maidenofdusk.livejournal.com]

And an important duty. I am glad I was not taken from the time when my fate must be chosen, must be acted as were many here.

[shiningprayer.livejournal.com]

You mean a time of crisis?

[maidenofdusk.livejournal.com]

Crisis or a turning of the tide; either one makes those here anxious to be home.