I'm not so convinced that this is a dream any more.
He hadn't woken up yet from it, and the same was a thought now cropped up again into the forefront of Sephiroth's mind, as he rested forearms against the railing on the deck of the Airship with one hand firmly grasping the Map that his moogle had given him. The currents of air whipped strands of silver hair out and away from his face as he surveyed the horizon, yet they were not yet at an altitude where the wind might pick up more. It felt odd still, to wield a shorter sword which was sheathed at his belt and the red-armored attire of his Primary job really was going to have to take some getting used to.
The first few days he had spent within Aqures Ixen had somewhat bled into each other. There was so much to discover within the extensive districts, each which had their respective functions in a far more specific way than any of the sectors of Midgar were coming together back home. But today was a day for branching out, apparently this Airship would take them to Aerilon where -he had heard all too eagerly from people within Aqures- that there might be some opportunity for better equipment there. Heroes needed the best equipment, after all. Always, always with the moogle whom had approached him upon his arrival at the Fire Crystal. The small, stout bundle of lighter pink fur peered up over it's small glasses from the side of him, if a few careful feet from the edge of the railing itself.
"You shouldn't lean too far out, kupo. You might lose your map."
Sephiroth turned his head to his small companion, as if to appraise for the hundredth-or-so time the fact that the moogle existed, and that his small companion would never leave his side. After a long moment, Sephiroth stood back up straight and took a step back from the edge.
Sephiroth | Final Fantasy VII (Pre-Crisis)
I'm not so convinced that this is a dream any more.
He hadn't woken up yet from it, and the same was a thought now cropped up again into the forefront of Sephiroth's mind, as he rested forearms against the railing on the deck of the Airship with one hand firmly grasping the Map that his moogle had given him. The currents of air whipped strands of silver hair out and away from his face as he surveyed the horizon, yet they were not yet at an altitude where the wind might pick up more. It felt odd still, to wield a shorter sword which was sheathed at his belt and the red-armored attire of his Primary job really was going to have to take some getting used to.
The first few days he had spent within Aqures Ixen had somewhat bled into each other. There was so much to discover within the extensive districts, each which had their respective functions in a far more specific way than any of the sectors of Midgar were coming together back home. But today was a day for branching out, apparently this Airship would take them to Aerilon where -he had heard all too eagerly from people within Aqures- that there might be some opportunity for better equipment there. Heroes needed the best equipment, after all. Always, always with the moogle whom had approached him upon his arrival at the Fire Crystal. The small, stout bundle of lighter pink fur peered up over it's small glasses from the side of him, if a few careful feet from the edge of the railing itself.
"You shouldn't lean too far out, kupo. You might lose your map."
Sephiroth turned his head to his small companion, as if to appraise for the hundredth-or-so time the fact that the moogle existed, and that his small companion would never leave his side. After a long moment, Sephiroth stood back up straight and took a step back from the edge.
"You're right. Maybe we should go inside."