[It wasn't one of the long flight feathers, but it's still sharply, distinctly white and that shows up fairly well against black leather. An afterthought, almost - not something he'd expect someone to pick up on first of all things. As he suddenly acquires company and is spoken to, Xemnas doesn't immediately respond.
Instead he lifts his hand and studies the feather again, twirling it a bit between his fingers. What sort of world was this, that required wings too small to carry a person? When he finally speaks, it's at the sort of delay that would either suggest he seriously over thinks things or simply hadn't been paying attention.]
No. A world that dictates change is not so easily foiled. I was merely .... curious.
[Only then does he turn, to regard Ven directly. The voice had been a touch familiar, and now he could see why ... but it left him with other questions. Again there's that unsettling silence, his gaze measuring, weighing.]
You've grown, Roxas. How did you come about such a thing so quickly?
[Now, Xemnas didn't have the best of memories before ten years ago, but he's almost certain that puberty took longer than a month or two.]
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Date: 2014-05-17 02:22 am (UTC)Instead he lifts his hand and studies the feather again, twirling it a bit between his fingers. What sort of world was this, that required wings too small to carry a person? When he finally speaks, it's at the sort of delay that would either suggest he seriously over thinks things or simply hadn't been paying attention.]
No. A world that dictates change is not so easily foiled. I was merely .... curious.
[Only then does he turn, to regard Ven directly. The voice had been a touch familiar, and now he could see why ... but it left him with other questions. Again there's that unsettling silence, his gaze measuring, weighing.]
You've grown, Roxas. How did you come about such a thing so quickly?
[Now, Xemnas didn't have the best of memories before ten years ago, but he's almost certain that puberty took longer than a month or two.]