"Anything brighter than the moon hurts my eyes." T'vor replied simply. Clearly he didn't care much about such details as the sky's color.

"I know what you mean. I've had a headache since we landed. I doubt we're the only Demons who have that problem. Still though, it's an interesting change." Sephiroth noted.

"A painful one. Are you still on for tonight?"

"Naturally. Where are we off to?"

"The clearing by the lake isn't a bad spot."

"It really isn't. I look forward to it. After all this, I could use something to settle my nerves. I suppose we should get to dinner, or She-Who-Must-Be-Obeyed'll have both our hides if she gets a suspicion that we aren't eating enough." Sephiroth nodded once to the Angel. "Glad to see you're settling in. Do me a favor and give the old man a hard time once in a while--between you and me, if someone doesn't push back at him a few times a week, I don't think he feels appreciated." With a sly smirk, and a wink at T'vor, Sephiroth made his way back down the hill.

"I'm not quite old enough to be deaf, Sephiroth." He growled.