[ Yeah, yeah, Lightning's not really listening too well... although at the apology, abruptly she just ... her strides falter in their length, until she trails to a halt mid-step, her eyes down.
Look at that, she's not wearing shoes after all. Distantly, the woman is abruptly aware that it is a little too cold to be in such a state going out barefoot, the chilled earth feeling strange beneath her feet...
But perhaps that could be a good thing too, considering she really could use the anchoring of physical sensation right now. Everything else seems grey and dim, the sounds of early morning reduced to distant echoes; the breaths she takes in seem reluctant to come back out, once the air's been caught in her chest.
Aerith is sorry? Gradually, a frown begins to form on Lightning's face. ]
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Look at that, she's not wearing shoes after all. Distantly, the woman is abruptly aware that it is a little too cold to be in such a state going out barefoot, the chilled earth feeling strange beneath her feet...
But perhaps that could be a good thing too, considering she really could use the anchoring of physical sensation right now. Everything else seems grey and dim, the sounds of early morning reduced to distant echoes; the breaths she takes in seem reluctant to come back out, once the air's been caught in her chest.
Aerith is sorry? Gradually, a frown begins to form on Lightning's face. ]