As Sephiroth came into the area given respite from the wind by the natural formation of the rocks, he raised his arms up and around the back of his neck, flicking out the vast expanse of his long silver hair which he'd let loose to keep him warm. Icicles, frost, and some damp from where it had melted already flung out behind him as he finished scoping out the small area where he'd settle for a bit.

It almost feels as though they need to get a fire going, grab a quick bite to eat...but the how escapes him. He's not sure anyone might be a black mage, either.

"It is-" He agrees with K'pandolu, finally sitting down but not before pulling all of his hair forward so he's not going to sit on it. "-destiny doesn't ever make it easy."