It was still bitterly cold in Aqures Ixen. The sort of chilly weather that shouldn't have very many straying too far away from their hearths, which undoubtedly would be raging all day and then well into the night. Perhaps that would draw many Heroes to the main plaza before the Temple of the Crystal of Fire to meet the scheduled new arrivals before they might freeze on the streets. Even the thickest Job clothing wasn't renowned for being the most heat-retentive.
But there were books to return to one of the libraries within the university campus and Spencer had been keen to remind Sephiroth that he'd kept them for quite long enough already. Of course both Moogle and Hero knew well enough that today was the day that there would be new arrivals, so whether it had been Spencer's real intention for Sephiroth to go out and be useful wasn't too hard to guess.
Naturally, the route from B-09 to the 8th District brought the tall man with the overlong silver hair walking right down Aya's street as she slumped. Sephiroth wore a thick winter coat, in navy with a high collar and then a scarf wrapped around; obscuring most of the lower part of his face while his silver hair cascaded down around and behind him to a length that would fall on normal clothing to the back of knees. A quick once over with pale green, slitted-pupil eyes and a deep frown -as if it might keep him warm- ascertained that he didn't recognize Aya at all. Were the newcomers already coming out so far as the 14th District already?
"It's no use keep asking yourself that particular query."
Before he knew it, he came to a stop just a few feet from where Aya were standing. Shrugging a paper bag closer into his chest where his arms were wrapped around it.
III. 14th District
But there were books to return to one of the libraries within the university campus and Spencer had been keen to remind Sephiroth that he'd kept them for quite long enough already. Of course both Moogle and Hero knew well enough that today was the day that there would be new arrivals, so whether it had been Spencer's real intention for Sephiroth to go out and be useful wasn't too hard to guess.
Naturally, the route from B-09 to the 8th District brought the tall man with the overlong silver hair walking right down Aya's street as she slumped. Sephiroth wore a thick winter coat, in navy with a high collar and then a scarf wrapped around; obscuring most of the lower part of his face while his silver hair cascaded down around and behind him to a length that would fall on normal clothing to the back of knees. A quick once over with pale green, slitted-pupil eyes and a deep frown -as if it might keep him warm- ascertained that he didn't recognize Aya at all. Were the newcomers already coming out so far as the 14th District already?
"It's no use keep asking yourself that particular query."
Before he knew it, he came to a stop just a few feet from where Aya were standing. Shrugging a paper bag closer into his chest where his arms were wrapped around it.