Desiree continued to stare at the Sub-Lt., not knowing what to make out of the elf before her. She had never once seen Kalysto wear anything even close to what this guy was wearing. So, she slowly moved closer to the Sub-Lt. to stare at him.
“Another one of the native humans??” Desiree nearly exclaimed. “I’m your fiance. Why are you talking to me in tha-” Her voice trailed off as she looked at General Sephiroth. “Huh? What are you talking about? What’s going on??”