"A common man, huh? I guess my dad was a bit of a 'commoner' as well." She thought aloud with rather thoughtful gaze settling within her cheery green eyes.
Aerith never knew her real mother or father; the both of them were taken away from her when she was just a child. Professor Gast was supposedly a man worthy of praise within Shinra, perhaps the only scientist in the entire department who Sephiroth truly admired. As for her mother, Ifalna was the last of her kind. She was the last of the Ancients, the last full-bloodied Cetra who could hear the planet's whispers. As a child, Aerith wished she could have the chance to meet her parents, but now such wish was forever lost.
Even if Gaia magically found a way to resurrect her true parents, Aerith wouldn't even know them if she saw them.
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Date: 2010-03-21 11:58 pm (UTC)Aerith never knew her real mother or father; the both of them were taken away from her when she was just a child. Professor Gast was supposedly a man worthy of praise within Shinra, perhaps the only scientist in the entire department who Sephiroth truly admired. As for her mother, Ifalna was the last of her kind. She was the last of the Ancients, the last full-bloodied Cetra who could hear the planet's whispers. As a child, Aerith wished she could have the chance to meet her parents, but now such wish was forever lost.
Even if Gaia magically found a way to resurrect her true parents, Aerith wouldn't even know them if she saw them.
"A dance? Sure!"