sephiroth
Sephiroth's ears twitch slightly at the sound of leaves crunching behind him, but he chooses to ignore the source of the sound; surely when he closed his eyes they would simply turn and leave. Right? Wrong. Sephiroth nearly lets an annoyed sigh fall from his lips but he simply exhales quietly, pressing his shoulder wearily against the tree.
"Uhh, excuse me,"
No reaction.
"I know that you are about to take a nap annnd, I hate to bother you but..."
There's always a but.
"Is your father Solomon?"
Silence.
"No."
It wasn't a lie, but it wasn't the truth either. He certainly didn't feel like Solomon's son right now. It had been quite some time since he had, in fact. He thinks often of the Cove. He thinks of his sister, and his mother. He thinks of his father too, but not as often. Solomon had been a rather busy man when he was a child. He had many mares to attend to; not that Sephiroth would ever fault him for that. He imagined if he had the opportunity to revel in a myriad of women he'd jump at the chance. He was a man, not a fool. But mother. She had doted on him lovingly, along with Lirael. His memories are of them. Love. Kindness. Happiness.
He reluctantly opens a single pale-green eye, fixing it hazily on Vesna. He makes the same observations that she had. Tall. Spotted. He couldn't deny the similarities between them, even if she did not share his pink muzzle.
"My name is Lourn." Loss. Mourning. Lo-urn. Another not-lie.
He reluctantly pushes off from the tree, grunting as he puts his full weight back on his pale hooves. He shakes, sending a few bits of dried leaves and dirt flying from shoulder. Sephiroth switches his tail lazily against his hocks, slowly turning to face her.
"Can I help you with something?" It's polite-ish. Cold. Dismissive. But the offer is there regardless if she seeks to take it.
He'd always had a big heart.
The cove covered it in ice.