[Her magic continues to be a pointed interest to him, in that it happens so simultaneously, so completely. The bag of pellets he’s now holding is weighted and real, not as though they had been whisked into existence mere moments before.
But he doesn’t linger on the thought. The goats skitter off and find more satisfaction in someone actually making an effort to feed them, though one lingers at his boots, looking up at him. It baas expectantly.]
Whether or not that’s true, you’ve provided it.
[A rescue. The goat baas again, shifts from one hoof to another.
Sephiroth finally gives in, accepting that this one’s stubbornness outweighs his own. He crouches down, fishes food out of the bag, and offers it in the palm of his hand. The kid take sit gratefully.]
This is a strange display for a peace summit. Am I supposed to be enticed by—
no subject
But he doesn’t linger on the thought. The goats skitter off and find more satisfaction in someone actually making an effort to feed them, though one lingers at his boots, looking up at him. It baas expectantly.]
Whether or not that’s true, you’ve provided it.
[A rescue. The goat baas again, shifts from one hoof to another.
Sephiroth finally gives in, accepting that this one’s stubbornness outweighs his own. He crouches down, fishes food out of the bag, and offers it in the palm of his hand. The kid take sit gratefully.]
This is a strange display for a peace summit. Am I supposed to be enticed by—
[GOATS]
—baby animals?