It had been only minutes since they'd seen Tifa being taken by Chocobo Cart to the home of the lecherous Don Cornea and Cloud was anxious to rescue her. His bright blue eyes passed briefly over the ever-changing hues of the materia that had almost fallen on his head before he handed it to Aeris.
"These are really rare, if it's what I think it is," she said.
"Unless it can help us rescue, Tifa, I don't care," he dismissed.
"Maybe it can," she replied. The materia glowed in her hand, there was a flash of light, and the long metal staff in her other hand suddenly became a bunch of flowers. She smelled them and smiled. "It is{/} what I thought it was; morph materia." His amazement amused her. Turning the flowers back into her staff with another mental command, she raised her right hand for him to see. "That's nothing. Watch this." There was another flash of light from the materia, and her arm, from her fingertips to her elbow, became another perfectly-real, perfectly-scented bouquet of flowers.
"Perhaps we can use this to sneak you into Don Corneo's mansion," she explained as she turned her arm back into an arm. "He doesn't allow men to enter, so we can disguise you as..."
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