Sephiroth glanced down at the egg. He knew that even though there was a baby… something inside of it, he couldn’t help but feel a little silly talking to what looked like an inanimate object. He patted the underside of the egg he had nestled in his paws, feeling somewhat better at touching it rather than talking to it.
“I might try psychic colours.” He said slowly. “That’s about all they could understand, I think…”
He glanced down at the egg and tried to telepathically transmit a gentle signal of imagined blues and greens to the creature inside.