Sansa and Eddara are up early, as mothers and small babies often are. Sansa is singing to Eddara as she walks but Eddara has already gone back to sleep in her carrying basket. She hears movement ahead of her and attempts to look presentable. She's wandered far from Summerfell in her quest to get Eddara back to sleep so it could be anyone.
Sansa is unprepared to see the still somewhat familiar long silver air and proud looking face. Instinctively she misses Rickon more than she has in some time and then thinks of the bundles of tattered orchids she used to receive. Sephiroth had been strange but kind and she'd been fond of him and so she smiles and calls his name. "Sephiroth! You're back." It is early enough it is only after you've spoken she remembers that as a returned visitor to the island he won't remember her.
He recoiled, but only inwardly, otherwise not showing a whit of change across his face. Not willing to step backwards, either, he simply stared at the girl. Yes, with her pretty face and lilting tones, she is much like the Cetra. Would she too seduce the heart of his littlest soldier?
But Cloud was not present, and the stupid blind faith of a girl could be useful.
"No," said Sansa feeling foolish at once. "Of course not," she thought back a moment and given what Sephiroth was settled on a more formal title. "My lord. I beg pardon. You were here once before but I know you won't remember, I'm Sansa Stark and this is my daughter Eddara." He did not look puzzled or new so perhaps he had been here sometime, then again he had always been difficult to read. "I had the honour to make your acquaintance previously but it was more than a year ago as time is counted here."
"I am ashamed to have forgotten, then," said Sephiroth, slipping back into the oily charm the Shinras loved so well. The Masamune sheathed, he moved forward towards her, gliding lightly for such a large man.
At least the child with child knew to address him as her superior.
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Sansa is unprepared to see the still somewhat familiar long silver air and proud looking face. Instinctively she misses Rickon more than she has in some time and then thinks of the bundles of tattered orchids she used to receive. Sephiroth had been strange but kind and she'd been fond of him and so she smiles and calls his name. "Sephiroth! You're back." It is early enough it is only after you've spoken she remembers that as a returned visitor to the island he won't remember her.
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He recoiled, but only inwardly, otherwise not showing a whit of change across his face. Not willing to step backwards, either, he simply stared at the girl. Yes, with her pretty face and lilting tones, she is much like the Cetra. Would she too seduce the heart of his littlest soldier?
But Cloud was not present, and the stupid blind faith of a girl could be useful.
"My apologies. I don't recall being here before."
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At least the child with child knew to address him as her superior.
She had a lovely face.
How Mother would like it.
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