[div style="background-color: #292727; color: white; font-family: arial; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; width: 500px; height: 340px; padding: 10px;"]Sephiroth wasn’t exactly what one would call busy at the moment.  He had heard Bai Shi’s request for a private conversation of course at the meeting, but other than that his schedule was utterly boring and lifeless.  Some peace and quiet with one of his Vizier’s would more likely than not prove stimulating.

The male lion would take notice of the note outside of his quarters, scanning it with his sharpened eyes before taking off in the direction of the dragon’s quarters.  The Pharaoh would take brief notice of others milling about, sparring, doing their duties as he expected of them.  It was typical, expected, so the male offered no praise.  Simply the acknowledgement of his glowing eyes and the tiniest of nods was all he was willing to give.

Sephiroth would eventually make his way to Bai Shi’s den as expected, rolling his shoulders with a tiny groan as he cast his eyes, living with blue and green colors accented by their faint glow, upon the long serpentine body of the Vizier.  ”You wished to speak with me?”  The lion’s deep baritone rumble of a voice would velvet to something near gentleness as he addressed Bai Shi, something he didn’t exactly realize he was doing in the presence of Bai.

[div style="background-color: #292727; color: white; font-family: arial; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; width: 500px; height: 340px; padding: 10px;"]The subject of Sephiroth's son was a fairly new development in his life, one that the Pharaoh hadn't been so open about.  He felt something positive swell in his breast when he thought of the small child, but their interaction had been minimal so far and the older lion hadn't made a move to be closer.  He did feel protective of Kimu, in that way that family does for one another, but he found social interaction difficult enough and now he had a moral obligation to pick it up for the sake of bringing his son up properly.  'I must.  Kimu must have me with him.  He should be supported and safe and-'

The desperate feeling of protection nearly took him for a moment but it did not betray on his features.  Sephiroth's turquoise eyes flashed up to Bai Shi as they spoke to him of mentorship, of Kimu.  The reasoning was sound, Sephiroth had made many enemies and if he were in the place of his foes he would cruelly strike somebody close to him too.  And he trusted the serpent, the most out of all his Rosebloods in fact.  The male lion would nod deeply in place of his usual subtle movements, mane shifting in shiny layers of silver as he did so.  "Agreed.  You may mentor Kimu when the time comes, I am glad of the assistance."  His tone was genuine and appreciative, rare coming from Sephiroth.  It was pleasing to the ear with his silken tone, combined with his more relaxed posture it was a sight to behold.

[div style="background-color: #292727; color: white; font-family: arial; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; width: 500px; height: 340px; padding: 10px;"]Sephiroth's brow furrowed slightly at the news of departure, though his expression quickly softened at the reasoning.  He supposed it was understandable.  The lion was about to speak, to respond, but Bai Shi continued on.  About emotions.  About confession.  About love aimed at him.

Sephiroth would pause for a decent amount of time, feeling his chest tighten and his eyes flicker up to met the dragon's.  He dare not speak, his mouth open slightly despite the fact.  He mentally searched for words, for Mother, but found himself alone in his mind.  Just when he needed guidance, he couldn't find any.  All he had was his own emotion and mind to work with.

The silvery lion's posture was very obviously relaxed in the presence of Bai Shi, and his voice was softer around them as well.  Sephiroth enjoyed the serpent's company more then possibly anybody in the group, and he felt strange warmth in his stomach whenever he settled his gaze on them and spoke to them gently.  The solo rescue mission he had embarked on to rescue the Vizier and his reaction to physical contact from them was enough proof of the lion's emotions towards Bai Shi.  Vocalizing them though....he wasn't sure how to.

In lieu of words, Sephiroth would take a few steps foreword and gently press his forehead against the golden scales of the dragon as his luminous eyes fluttered closed, his mannerisms made in a ginger fashion as if he wasn't sure of what he was doing, or if he was afraid of a negative reaction.  He exhaled deeply, calmly, centering.  As if to assure himself, keeping himself from being overwhelmed with emotion.  He couldn't stop that positive and misty feeling through his body however, warm and pleasant in his chest.

"...Where will you be going?"  Sephiroth's voice was a soft murmur, suddenly sounding much smaller then his usual confident and proud tone.  He remained in his vulnerable position, pressing his soft pale head against Bai's body.  He quite liked it, the closeness of the physical contact.  Would that be enough express his own love, his own mixed drink of emotions he tried to find words for but couldn't quite grasp?  He hoped, he desperately hoped, otherwise he wasn't sure how he could deal with any negative repercussions of wording his own emotions wrong, the intense guilt of unintentionally hurting one of the few he cared for.

[div style="background-color: #292727; color: white; font-family: arial; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; width: 500px; height: 340px; padding: 10px;"]Sunhaven.  He didn't know a lot about the group but there had been no aggressive movements from them so he supposed this was alright.  Sephiroth stayed in his current vulnerable position, wishing, pleading with himself to have the strength to do more.  Pull the serpent down for an embrace, speak of his own feelings, wished he could do something.  But he couldn't find the courage to move his limbs or to let words dislodge from his gullet.  Of all the strength he possessed, he couldn't find it in himself to be that emotionally vulnerable, to be honest with both himself and Bai.  He stayed there in silence, not making any motion to step away either.

The lion would exhale softly, his eyes lidded and weary if one looked close enough.  At the moment he was more then content to stay where he was, feel Bai Shi's warmth, subtly bask in their scent, generally enjoy the moment.  He would speak however, after a considering moment.  "...I understand."  Sephiroth murmured gently, trying to ignore the hurting feeling in his chest at the revelation that the Vizier would be gone for unpredictable amount of time.  That he would be alone.  That he wouldn't have the time to articulate his feelings and confess his own emotions.  "I wish you well, Bai Shi.  I shall be keeping you in my thoughts."