It was late that night and Sephiroth was taking a quiet flight around Gaia. At first, as usual, he just had the black wing out. But after a time, seeing how peaceful things seemed to be that night, he brought out the other six white wings. All on his back this time, instead of around his waist as they were sometimes. All seven wings beat firm and strong, pushing him higher into the atmosphere.
It was rare that he actually flew for enjoyment rather than necessity. But for some reason he had felt like it tonight, and he had to admit, it was calming. He soared over the wilderness and meadow areas outside of Edge, looking down on them as he went past. Was anyone out tonight watching him? He didn't mind if they were.
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Date: 2025-08-08 11:04 pm (UTC)It was rare that he actually flew for enjoyment rather than necessity. But for some reason he had felt like it tonight, and he had to admit, it was calming. He soared over the wilderness and meadow areas outside of Edge, looking down on them as he went past. Was anyone out tonight watching him? He didn't mind if they were.