The sound of someone falling over onto the hard wood of the deck was unmistakable. Sephiroth turned instantly, his left hand instantly found the hilt of his sword - half expecting a fight of some sort. But as the hand extended to grip at it's staff and stirred to get itself to it's feet Sephiroth relaxed and drew his hand away.

A red mage with ill-fitting robes? Sephiroth refrained from huffing audibly but still he could easily imagine himself eye-rolling. Just what other mundane silliness was this dream going to present him with? But when the girl within them not only spoke his name, but then blushed out of some sort of embarrassment - he was more than intrigued.

Her auburn-hair was reminiscent of his wayward friends' and the resemblance didn't stop there. But it couldn't be- how ridiculous-

"-do I know you?"