[There's something about this girl that reminds him of Hrist, in all honesty. It makes him feel comfortable, like he's speaking to his wife again. They both seem to have that cheery demeanor, and willingness to lend an ear, and it was enough to make him relax just a bit more in her company. Astralin readjusting the sack of flour, before turning his gaze toward Aerith. His eyes blinking a bit in surprise upon hearing her words -- If only because he's more than often scoffed at for turning his back away from nobility, just as his parents did before him.]
Ah, you might just be the first person to say that. I am often met with those who scoff at the idea of my family all but abandoning our noble roots. But, I am without care, so I suppose I do not let it bother me.
[He stops for a moment, nearly dropping his jaw at how similar Aerith was in personality to his wife, but their professions were nearly the same? He wants to laugh, but the homesickness kicks in. Eyes fluttering closed for a moment, as his lips curve into a solemn smile. Still, he can't be sad -- he had to survive so that he could see them again, after all.]
You... Are very similar to my wife. She is a florist by trade, and cares for our flowers on the farm. In fact, she practically littered our husband's airship with flowers.
[For the time being, he thinks that him and Aerith will get along just fine.]
Flowers are very special. It is a shame that they do not grow everywhere, but I think that you are doing the world a service by selling them. There is beauty in every flower that blooms; or so my wife says.
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Ah, you might just be the first person to say that. I am often met with those who scoff at the idea of my family all but abandoning our noble roots. But, I am without care, so I suppose I do not let it bother me.
[He stops for a moment, nearly dropping his jaw at how similar Aerith was in personality to his wife, but their professions were nearly the same? He wants to laugh, but the homesickness kicks in. Eyes fluttering closed for a moment, as his lips curve into a solemn smile. Still, he can't be sad -- he had to survive so that he could see them again, after all.]
You... Are very similar to my wife. She is a florist by trade, and cares for our flowers on the farm. In fact, she practically littered our husband's airship with flowers.
[For the time being, he thinks that him and Aerith will get along just fine.]
Flowers are very special. It is a shame that they do not grow everywhere, but I think that you are doing the world a service by selling them. There is beauty in every flower that blooms; or so my wife says.