[Sephiroth is crouched like a gargoyle on a sturdy lower branch, his considerable weight braced against the trunk
A simple cantrip has turned him invisible but the dark feathers continue to swirl from the wing he'd used to lift him up into the canopy.
When Vi wanders close he lets the invisibility fall slowly away, revealing first his bright, cat-like eyes gleaming in the shadows then the rest of him, clothed in black leather. It's a dramatic reveal but he enjoys a bit of dramatic flair. He would conjure storms just for mood lighting.
Once he's certain he's captured her attention he lifts a gloved finger to his lips. All around them the trees seem to rustle, their pine needles rattling together in a way that sounds at once like a breeze and like a chorus of susurrus voices.]
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A simple cantrip has turned him invisible but the dark feathers continue to swirl from the wing he'd used to lift him up into the canopy.
When Vi wanders close he lets the invisibility fall slowly away, revealing first his bright, cat-like eyes gleaming in the shadows then the rest of him, clothed in black leather. It's a dramatic reveal but he enjoys a bit of dramatic flair. He would conjure storms just for mood lighting.
Once he's certain he's captured her attention he lifts a gloved finger to his lips. All around them the trees seem to rustle, their pine needles rattling together in a way that sounds at once like a breeze and like a chorus of susurrus voices.]