Aerith is just lounging in her little chair in her watering can when she feels it. She's moving! Someone is picking her up!! She's up against her pseudo door (or for non-genies, the watering can's spout), waiting for that little rub to let her out when...
Wait a second. She's being put in a bag?!
No no no, this must be a mistake. She can't come out this way! Maybe he's just... giving a little shine and polish. ...Except she chose the watering can model, not the high-maintenance lamp model, so she doesn't really need a shine... and she's not feeling that polish anyhow.
She tries to be patient. She really really does.
But after a few millenia, even the most patient genie would be twitching at such a near-call--Aerith and her watering can are squirming like a worm in that rucksack. Anything else in there is getting jostled.
Sorry, took myself off hiatus a bit soon.
Wait a second. She's being put in a bag?!
No no no, this must be a mistake. She can't come out this way! Maybe he's just... giving a little shine and polish. ...Except she chose the watering can model, not the high-maintenance lamp model, so she doesn't really need a shine... and she's not feeling that polish anyhow.
She tries to be patient. She really really does.
But after a few millenia, even the most patient genie would be twitching at such a near-call--Aerith and her watering can are squirming like a worm in that rucksack. Anything else in there is getting jostled.