[When the opportunity to take a handful of newer squadrons came up, to go out across the desert and to the Oasis, perhaps it was out of that building need for a break from the norm that Sephiroth offered to take charge.
Scorching though, with the weather having taken a turn from rain into that unforgiving blaze of a sun which brought temperatures all the way up. It would be a slow patrol, taking every caution when it came to suitable breaks from the trudging through the endless sand and making sure all the other soldiers were well briefed on how to (and not to) cover up in order to protect themselves in such a harsh environment. Such a contrast to Aqures in the last week where Sephiroth were certain there might well be snow soon.
His long mane of hair is all twisted up and tied back, light fabric also wrapped around his head to protect nose and eyes when a wind might catch red-hot sand and fling it at them. An uncomfortable memory, the taste of the sand almost, ghosting in the back of his mind as he recalls when he'd got stranded out here months ago. Events never spoken of, not even whispered about anymore.
The Oasis is much ruined as it was when Sephiroth had last seen it, with one tangible yet invisible difference. It certainly didn't feel as though this were the battlefront it had been when he'd first enlisted. Indeed, the silence as the troop came to a halt behind him is absolute-]
(ii)Oasis / One silent frontier [Sephiroth / Open: Between 13-17th]
Scorching though, with the weather having taken a turn from rain into that unforgiving blaze of a sun which brought temperatures all the way up. It would be a slow patrol, taking every caution when it came to suitable breaks from the trudging through the endless sand and making sure all the other soldiers were well briefed on how to (and not to) cover up in order to protect themselves in such a harsh environment. Such a contrast to Aqures in the last week where Sephiroth were certain there might well be snow soon.
His long mane of hair is all twisted up and tied back, light fabric also wrapped around his head to protect nose and eyes when a wind might catch red-hot sand and fling it at them. An uncomfortable memory, the taste of the sand almost, ghosting in the back of his mind as he recalls when he'd got stranded out here months ago. Events never spoken of, not even whispered about anymore.
The Oasis is much ruined as it was when Sephiroth had last seen it, with one tangible yet invisible difference. It certainly didn't feel as though this were the battlefront it had been when he'd first enlisted. Indeed, the silence as the troop came to a halt behind him is absolute-]