[ There's something about what the girl is saying that feels familiar. It's not that Aerith has used wind magic outside of materia before, butβ
She smiles. ] That makes sense to me. The wind certainly has a mind of its own. I imagine trying to get it to do anything it doesn't want to would be quite the challenge!
[ It's comforting: while the wind in this place doesn't speak to her, it's nice to know that it's still the same on some fundamental level. ]
You have ice powers? Are they your own, or granted by.. [ She pauses. There would be a word for it, but she's not sure. Instead, she lifts her collapsed staff, unslotting one of its materia to hold it out to the girl: a glowing orb of green. ] Something like this?
slowly but surely!
She smiles. ] That makes sense to me. The wind certainly has a mind of its own. I imagine trying to get it to do anything it doesn't want to would be quite the challenge!
[ It's comforting: while the wind in this place doesn't speak to her, it's nice to know that it's still the same on some fundamental level. ]
You have ice powers? Are they your own, or granted by.. [ She pauses. There would be a word for it, but she's not sure. Instead, she lifts her collapsed staff, unslotting one of its materia to hold it out to the girl: a glowing orb of green. ] Something like this?