017 | [Action/Private Thoughts] Crossing the Ocean...
Dated: Early Evening Day 47? (ooc: Unsure, timeline mentions day 46, and as it's Thursday in RL would be coming to end of next game day? Right?)
Unacceptable.
Yazoo's injuries though not life-threatening at all still impair him from reaching Nibelheim at his full capability. This could prove a problem should the wildlife on the way prove more monstrous than in previous years. I wonder if there are still dragons that linger in that mountain.
It seems ShinRa has a way of being the persistent thorn in my side, that itch that can be scratched but never fully goes away. Someone must stick up for my brother and it's only right that it should be me. Mother wouldn't want me to sit and allow them to be bullied like they have been. It has to stop.
Besides, what a perfect place for a Reunion.
[Sephiroth peered out over the ocean from the golden crest of Fort Condor. The silken waves glinted golden sunlight back at the sunset but would soon turn silver in the wake of the moon. He didn't intend to still be stood here by the time that darkness fell. He hoped to be at least in sight of the del Sol coastline by the time the last of the light had faded away.]
[It had been fairly easy to depart from the Orphanage finally; the dusty, sorrow-filled silence in the wake of the massacre had provided Sephiroth with needed time to contemplate uninterrupted, to figure out his next goal. The fresh air felt good against his skin and breathing it in had been soothingly cool to his body and mind. His mourning for Mothers departure had truly come to an end now and it was now time to focus on the future. Who knew when the Lifestream might decide to let her come back again, after all it seemed still that departed souls were still returning and it had been comforting to know of Loz' return. If they could make it give back their Mother? The idea seemed entirely plausible.]
[The breeze had lifted with the coming of the end of the day. It spilled through Sephiroth's long silver hair as if fighting with it; a streak of silver against the golden of the Condor statue on the top of the Fort. It ripped at his long coat as if it would tear him from his platform but still he stood firm. Glinting green orbs charting the horizon as if plotting a course. The next gust of wind caught a plume of black feathers as it erupted from Sephiroth's shoulder and he took to the air. Riding the current as high as it could carry him before taking command with a strong beat of that ominous black wing.]
Unacceptable.
Yazoo's injuries though not life-threatening at all still impair him from reaching Nibelheim at his full capability. This could prove a problem should the wildlife on the way prove more monstrous than in previous years. I wonder if there are still dragons that linger in that mountain.
It seems ShinRa has a way of being the persistent thorn in my side, that itch that can be scratched but never fully goes away. Someone must stick up for my brother and it's only right that it should be me. Mother wouldn't want me to sit and allow them to be bullied like they have been. It has to stop.
Besides, what a perfect place for a Reunion.
[Sephiroth peered out over the ocean from the golden crest of Fort Condor. The silken waves glinted golden sunlight back at the sunset but would soon turn silver in the wake of the moon. He didn't intend to still be stood here by the time that darkness fell. He hoped to be at least in sight of the del Sol coastline by the time the last of the light had faded away.]
[It had been fairly easy to depart from the Orphanage finally; the dusty, sorrow-filled silence in the wake of the massacre had provided Sephiroth with needed time to contemplate uninterrupted, to figure out his next goal. The fresh air felt good against his skin and breathing it in had been soothingly cool to his body and mind. His mourning for Mothers departure had truly come to an end now and it was now time to focus on the future. Who knew when the Lifestream might decide to let her come back again, after all it seemed still that departed souls were still returning and it had been comforting to know of Loz' return. If they could make it give back their Mother? The idea seemed entirely plausible.]
[The breeze had lifted with the coming of the end of the day. It spilled through Sephiroth's long silver hair as if fighting with it; a streak of silver against the golden of the Condor statue on the top of the Fort. It ripped at his long coat as if it would tear him from his platform but still he stood firm. Glinting green orbs charting the horizon as if plotting a course. The next gust of wind caught a plume of black feathers as it erupted from Sephiroth's shoulder and he took to the air. Riding the current as high as it could carry him before taking command with a strong beat of that ominous black wing.]