"Do you want me to take your dishes back to the table?" Azurael asked, frowning lightly. As far as she had observed she has not known the General to be taken by flights of fancy or be be destracted. Whichever one it was worried her. But then she rethought, perhaps the busy General was still tired or had a lot to do. That was probably it she thought to herself. She still resolved, however to keep an eye on him. She wondered if anyone actually did keep a proper eye on the General. She wasn't sure Sephiroth did, even if the two were good friends or at least appeared to be that way.

Azurael took Damien's dishes and politely waited for affirmation from T'vor for weather or no she should take his.

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"No. I won't tell for I am not yet sure if I have the resources yet to action what I need to put into place. You wish for me to show leadership, to be resourceful, more diplomatic even?" Sasha said somewhat strongly. "Fear not for I shall harm no one directly or indirectly, I can not reveal my plan in even the slightest detail. All I can say is the result will be pleasing to you."

Sasha watched Sephiroth feeding the dragons. She was well versed in languages both spoken and dead, as well as off planet languages. She had had to learn the languages as part of being a princess in the angelic kingdom. She spoke to the dragons in language that was dead before the old angelic and demonic began splitting from each, and dead before even the old language started to diverge from the dragons native Dovah'zul. The language was well and truely still alive on Earth. "Dreigiau nos da. Ff dymuno yn dda i chi. Efallai y byddwch yn tyfu yn gryf. Efallai y byddwch yn hedfan yn wir. Enw imy yw Windrider Sasha. Beth yw dy enw?"