"I should like to save the Shire, if I could - though there have been times when I thought the inhabitants too stupid and dull for words, and have felt that an earthquake or an invasion of dragons might be good for them. But I don't feel like that now. I feel that as long as the Shire lies behind, safe and comfortable, I shall find wandering more bearable: I shall know that somewhere there is a firm foothold, even if my feet cannot stand there again."

carrying the world around his neck

"I see no hope of it now. But I've got to do the best I can."

“Hey, mister." 

Her words were light, sweet and nearly fragrant, as full as the blooms lingering in her arms. How had she found them in such a grim place, could anyone really know? Everyone had such mysteries to tell, and she was no different, jade-eyed and cloaked in bright colors, crowned in flowers and satin ribbons. 

 There was something almost impish about her smile, as if for all her wide-eyed demurring something scratched beneath the surface, wily and unexpected.

"Would you like a flower? They’re only, hm,” A hand went beneath her chin, silver and gold dangling against her wrist, bouncing with each casual tap.

“Well, let’s go with five of whatever currency this is! Besides flowers make everything a bit better, if you think about it. And even if you don’t, it certainly will make your room smell better!”

With a giggle and a beguiling little smile, she received ten coins, instead of five.

“Well! Not bad at all!”

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Aerith Gainsborough - FFVII