Starter for Sephiroth

[galeforcetempest]

Near the edge of a forest, a violent tornado suddenly forms from nothing. The phenomenon ends, and Goenitz is left standing in that spot, blue eyes glancing around as if he were looking for something.

He spots another man in the distance by the cliffside, calmly approaching with heavy footsteps. A dangerous smirk graces his lips, finally deciding to speak.

"Just as the rumors stated, you are a difficult man to find."

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[galeforcetempest]

After their toast, Goenitz takes a sip from his glass. Their dishes are brought out shortly afterwards, and the priest gives a warm smile as the plates are served before them.

"Ah, thank you very much." He says, covering his lap with his napkin as he prepares to eat.

[onewingangel]

He began to eat, his eyes would stay focused on the man before him before breaking away to observe the others around them briefly.

[galeforcetempest]

As Goenitz begins to eat as well, his eyes focus on Sephiroth's for a moment. He then notices the other man glancing at the other people around them. Deciding not to pry right away, he simply enjoys his meal for the time being.

"Hm..."

[onewingangel]

"Something on your mind?" Bright eyes back upon him again. Resting a cheek on his knuckles briefly.

[galeforcetempest]

"Yes, actually. I'm still fascinated at your level of control of the elements. Even my own gifts are limited. Our clan's other elemental abilities were dispersed among my siblings."

Cold blue eyes return to focus on Sephiroth, as Goenitz cuts into another piece of his meal.

[onewingangel]

A bit of a chuckle.

"I was born to, in a sense. I don't think anyone realized my...capabilities would be on this scale" his eyes closed a moment before finishing off his glass.

"My...attunement to the lifestream of this planet is quite something"

[galeforcetempest]

"Attunement, you say... Maybe you are like us, after all. Although slightly different at thee end of the day..."

As Goenitz finishes the last of his meal, he picks up his glass with the last remainder of his drink in it.

[onewingangel]

He'd slowly quirk a brow, but say nothing more. Now intent on following Goenitz's movements.