Clef had been looking for a place to practice his water spells when he saw a familiar jacket. He smiled and headed over. "Ah, Demyx, I have not seen you in some time. How is the new heart working out for....." and that was when he was close enough to realize his mistake. "Ah, my apologies."

Clef himself was shorter than Xion, looking all of ten years old. He also looked like he dressed in a grown up's halloween costume bin, wearing a huge cloak with a hood that was so oversized it only served to make him look younger. The staff he held was taller than he was, and was as covered in gems as his clothing was. He stood on a spit of ground, grass and all, trapped inside a sphere of magic that surrounded him like a slightly visible pastel soap bubble.