[ Cid would probably curse a blue streak if he saw what Aerith's subconscious is calling an "airship". Oh, she admires the sleek steel of the Highwind too, but she wanted... a nicer one. Something a little more personal, a little more cute.

It turns out whimsical, a wooden boat held aloft by dozens and dozens--no, hundreds--of rainbow-colored balloons massed together, propellers steadily chugging it along over the sea. There's a wheel to control the direction, and yet:

There's no pilot.

There is a young woman in pink sitting on the railing of the ship, her legs swung out to the outside, feet dangling over a blue sash that decorates the boat. She doesn't seem to mind the height. Her balance isn't too bad. She has her face pointed in the direction of the vessel's course, her eyes focused as she considers the distance. ]

Is that where you're taking me? This one time?...

[ Her birthday. Even though she's no longer alive to celebrate it--but she can have a nice dream for it, right? ]

((ooc: Oh. Why I shouldn't make posts late at night: I forget to explain!

Your character can be the one taking Aerith somewhere. But they could also just be a passenger, in which case she's talking to the wind. ...She does that.))

When Rei wakes up, it's not a real awakening. She can just tell that she's stepped from her usual sleep into a dream. It also helps that she steps from her bed dressed in her Senshi uniform, bright red heels contrasting sharply with the stark white of a snow field laid out before her. She shivers. How familiar. She tends to dream about the Arctic; it's a sticking point in her mind, especially when she's uncomfortable. Probably something to do with her death; that kind of thing leaves a mark on your psyche.

She takes a few more steps out into the whiteness. Usually she wakes up recalling nothing more than being cold, but this is different. More solid. More real than it has been before. So she walks out into the empty field of snow and ice, wind rustling past her with biting cold.

"Why can't I dream about something nice for a change?" Rei asks aloud, turning around to look back--and instead of the cold arctic, there's a sandy beach, sunshine beating down and water lapping upwards in the ever-rolling tide. She looks back. Snow and cold.

"Dreams are weird."