gardeningaia: (>] // drank a hyper)
[It's morning... Aerith might blink a bit more than usual and seem a bit confused at times, thinking of the dream she just had, but otherwise she looks awake. Probably, in fact, looks more awake than she ought to be and is trying to overcompensate for sleepiness. Her hair is, for a change, held back by a simple blue elastic band.

There's a reason for that.]
Good morning, Luceti! How'd we all sleep? I'm sure it'll get better soon, Shifts only last so long.

Anyway, I have a Lost and Found request. It's not the most important, but if anyone sees a pink ribbon and a green marble lying around, they're mine. I'd really like to have them back. They're... good-luck charms. [Well, that was the best explanation she had for being so attached to a marble she'd had since childhood.] For a reward, let's say a free order of flowers. I'll cover the expense.

...Right. That about covers it! Thanks for listening.

[Anyone can find them, or things like them--her description wasn't that detailed, after all. She'll be out looking for them in the grass at the northern edge of the village before her shift at the flower shop, carrying her staff just in case and looking very bothered. She'd been sad about the loss the night before, but it hadn't seemed as important in the face of avoiding prowling beasties. But then she'd slept and dreamed of losing those things again, with a sense that they were a lot more significant than she remembered... and she'd lost one other thing, too.

Maybe if she had them back, she'd feel safer.]

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