Prelude

[sixthsefira]

[The dream starts innocently enough, a simple stretch of land. It looks like a stretch of land one might find in the western part of the world, or even within Wutai. There's no city or town within sight of it, though there are some mountains off in the distance, their peaks cloaked in the white of snow and ice.

There's a lone figure moving through the area, the healthy grasses and wildflowers brushing lightly against the black leather boots and coat she's wearing. The wind lightly toying with her long silver-white hair. It seems a relaxed and innocent dream, until one notices small tale-tales within the woman's body language. She's seeking something important, but as of yet hasn't found it. Then a rather large black bird appears within the sky and she purposely moves to follow it carefully, watching and waiting until it lands before she moves closer to it, one gloved hand reaching out in such a way it suggests a familiarity with the bird.

What comes as an apparent unexpected shock to her is when the bird turns and attempts to peck at the hand she's extended. She manages to get it out of the way before the blow lands, but the fact that the bird has attempted to hurt her seems to have startled her somewhat. Before she can recover to try reaching for it once again, the black bird spreads its wings and takes off to the skies, leaving her sight within short order.]

Comments

[midgarhorizon]

[Seeing Sephiroth in such a strange setting was in of itself unnerving. After chasing him for months Reno suddenly encounters him on a strange plain, trying to touch birds?

Wait.]

Something on your mind?

[His eyes narrowed. There was something off about Sephiroth this time.]

[nohometown]

[There's another figure present, making its way across the landscape, like a twin of the first.

From a distance, he sees her with the bird, the animal alighting on her hand, then striking it. He frowns, and by the time the bird has left her sight, he's close enough to see her very clearly, not far away at all. It's not hard to miss the fact that they're so alike, almost identical.

It's interesting, to see himself like this.]

It wouldn't stay.

[The imagery itself isn't familiar, but the feeling is.]

[histrionic]

[Kuja is interested in this scene. The woman, the bird. Like a bird himself, he can fly, and as the black bird takes flight he lands lightly behind her, not far from where she's standing.

She's very tall--taller than he is, and he's considered tall in his world. An interesting woman.]

An envious little bird, I see. [He nods toward where the black bird has gone.] Perhaps because you're far finer and fairer and fiercer. A silver falcon rather than a dark raven.