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[ Himeka is patient, if anything, and seems to have no problem giving this visitor the time he needs to consider his options, no matter how much of a ruckus the other Moogles make. If only her calm would rub off on them, but alas, she has made them a little too like their real-world iterations.

As soon as Moghod is free, he immediately flails in a circle before fluttering upwards to join his comrades. The others flock around him and a series of frantic and relieved "kupos" echo like a chorus across the Zenith. ]

They are good companions and entertainers. And excellent craftsmen, when they put their poms to it.

[ On cue one of the Moogles brandishes a hammer, though it seems to be less out of a love for craft and more to make idol threads towards the silver-haired man.

The rest of the area, though...Himeka turns her attention away from their guest to the open stone walls that encircle most of the area. This brings a smile to her face. ]

This is the Zenith--or, well, a recreation of a place from my star. A home to dragons. A place that Moogles helped restore, actually.

[ Turning her attention back to the man, she inclines her head. ]

But Moogles can be found other places...they're part of the postal service, actually. Or seen often in the Shroud. Is that where you call home?

[Good companions? Debatable, he thinks. Entertainers? Dependent upon what one considers entertaining. Craftsmen? For some reason, he cannot seem to give them even glancing credit, finding it difficult to believe, what with their clumsy-looking bodies and noisy exclamations.

Sephiroth will not question it, however. It seem as though this is her creation, and thus the Moogles, as well -- they are what she makes them to be.]

The Shroud?

[Home? Sephiroth's expression scrunches for the first time, casting shadows. He reaches up, pressing the heel of a palm against his face, struggling to recall. But it is like fishing into deep, dark water with nothing willing to surface; he cannot remember what home entails.]

I can't remember. I don't know. It doesn't sound familiar to me.

[ Himeka nods as she crosses her arms. Granted she would understand underestimating their capabilities, that Moogles are rather silly creatures is not something she would ever refute. She wouldn't believe half the things they are capable of had she not seen it herself. ]

The Black Shroud? It's a region in Eastern Eorzea--

[ "I can't remember."

Oh.

Oh.

Well, this is certainly a confusing thing to be introduced to. Moogles rarely make sense even to those who know them well, in her eyes. Himeka's expression turns sympathetic. ]

Did you...just happen to awaken in this strange culmination of lands with no sense of self or purpose?

[ You know. Just an average day. ]

[You know, as one does.

Sephiroth lowers his hand, regarding Himeka a second time. Her assessment of his situation, and most importantly, its accuracy, seems to abate some of the disquiet of his memory loss. The lacking feeling of not being whole, and not exactly knowing why.]

...Yes.

[And how strange it is, to find oneself in such a situation, lost and wandering, but with no reason to even question. So blank-slate that all one can do is try to find purpose in someone else's creations.]

How has this happened?

[ No wonder the sight of Moogles must be troubling. (To some even without forgetting what they are.)

Himeka steps forward and then motions for this guest to follow her towards the large fountain in the middle of the area. ]

Why don't you come and take a seat? We can talk about it and what you may or may not remember. I can at least assure you that we've all been there.

[The Moogles are perhaps only troubling because they tug at a memory that isn’t there — a hole all the more prominent, if only he can see the shape of its outline.

The invite to move the conversation elsewhere is a welcome distraction, brief as it’d be to cross over to the fountain. Sephiroth nods, allowing her to lead the way. Though his curiosity is sharp, as always, now that he’s aware that she’s the host, he’ll only wander where he’s directed.

The Moogles will probably be happy about that.]

What do you mean?

[That they’ve all been there.]

Here.

[ She says as if that answers everything, motioning to the world around them. Which doesn't help, really, but at least he's only left in the dark for a few moments as she summons up some rather large cloud mallows for them to sit on. Soft and comfy.

Himeka plops down on her own as she motions for her guest to take his seat. ]

Or rather--all of here. The first time we come here it seems like we can't remember who we are or why we're here in the first place. But those memories will come back eventually.

[Eyes widen at the cloud mallows. The fact that she can conjure nearly anything she likes out of thin air, apparently, does not abate the surprise that she chose... this, but he eventually sits down, hair pooling around the bottom of his fluffy new seat.]

So we've come from somewhere else? That would make sense. [Why he can sense that there's more beneath the surface, even though he cannot peer past it. This is comforting, knowing that it is the default, rather than a permanent consequence.]

You said this was a recreation of your home. You have dragons?

[ She can think of nothing more comfy when at Zenith. If only he realized how fitting it was! Though as long as he finds them adequate enough it will work for her. Himeka knows the accommodates are likely not what he cares about right now.

Himeka nods to his first statement. ]

Though where you came from before, I can't say. Before...and before that. But the first before is likely one of three places, that's the one that you'll back to when you wake up.

[ Clear as mud, right? ]

Yes, dragons are a part of my home. Or rather they allowed me to be part of theirs.

[ She motions to the sky above them. ]

This is what the Churning Mists look like to the best of my memory. I...don't suppose that sounds familiar to you at all?

[ He did recognize Moogles, after all. ]

[Clear as mud and other very obfuscating materials, and his brows knit accordingly.]

And you're from one of those three places, as well?

[At least his sense of logic has remained intact, though her explanation tells him very little. Why only three places? What should he expect when he returns, when he "wakes up"? Should he equate this place to a shared dream?

At her gesture, his neck cranes up, taking in the vast scope of the sky.]

No. It doesn't. [Seem familiar. His line of thinking seems to follow the same trail.] Is that unexpected? Maybe Moogles are universal.

[ Himeka nods as she rests her hands in the soft fluff of the cloud mallows. ]

Not originally but from the place we all are, yes. I'm in the Solvunn Commune. I'm not sure if you are as well, but it's not a terribly big community so I think we can scratch that one off.

[ A little disappointed that doesn't ring a bell either. Mayhaps Moogles are universal? ]

You know...that would be an odd thing to hold all the shards together, but you may not be wrong. Their postal service has a very wide network.

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i feel you, i look back at old logs and go OH NO SAME ICON

it's a cardinal sin

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