It's a warm summer day and Aerith is, as usual, out in her garden in front of her house. The garden out back was home to more 'specialised' plantlife, but the garden in front had real, honest flower beds.

She was working on a little rock formation. Had spent days hunting ruins and around the areas for rocks that she could work with and took great effort to bring them home. Now there was a large pile, all different sizes, some large and others small, flat or bulbous. All would be put to use.

Aerith had cleared a corner and created a mound of soil that could serve as her base. And of course, she started at the bottom.

Having gathered her hair up with a silk wrap, she kept it away from her face as she knelt in the dirt and sorted through the rocks to find the ones she had intended for the bottom row. All as uniform as she could find, more brick-like than actual rocks. Aerith hummed a happy little tune.

"Just wait, this will be amazing once I have flowers growing here!"

Because so far... it just looked like a mess. But it was an organised one at least!