[He possesses the unfortunate ailment of all newcomers to the Horizon, the inability to remember so much that would come to define him. Maybe that's a kind of freedom to some; a kind of clean slate in which to express emotion and curiosity freely, dependent upon the shape of their character prior. For Sephiroth, it only manifests as wandering, knowing something has gone missing but unaware and unable to know how or why. Lost, but seeking.
He finds a plaza of stone, illuminated by pink circular-like adornments. Ruins that he cannot hope to recognize linger in the distance, though he is certain that they did not exist before he set foot into this place. The centerpiece appears to be a large, hovering crystal, golden rings circling it lazily. That is a curiosity of its own, but it is the sound of singing and dancing that truly draws his green-eyed attention elsewhere: an assortment of… creatures at a distance, small with little bouncing pom-poms atop their heads.
Sephiroth ambles towards them, and shows no hesitation in bending down just enough to pick one up without preamble. He turns the wiggling little cat-like thing to face him, frowning.]
I’ve seen this before.
[Somewhere— where? A mog? Moogle? The images are far-away but present, gone hazy like that of a dream. But the look of this creature is very distinct, and he is sure his memory does not fail him here.]
first horizon visit;
He finds a plaza of stone, illuminated by pink circular-like adornments. Ruins that he cannot hope to recognize linger in the distance, though he is certain that they did not exist before he set foot into this place. The centerpiece appears to be a large, hovering crystal, golden rings circling it lazily. That is a curiosity of its own, but it is the sound of singing and dancing that truly draws his green-eyed attention elsewhere: an assortment of… creatures at a distance, small with little bouncing pom-poms atop their heads.
Sephiroth ambles towards them, and shows no hesitation in bending down just enough to pick one up without preamble. He turns the wiggling little cat-like thing to face him, frowning.]
I’ve seen this before.
[Somewhere— where? A mog? Moogle? The images are far-away but present, gone hazy like that of a dream. But the look of this creature is very distinct, and he is sure his memory does not fail him here.]