[ When everything else is wrong in the world, Hilda knows without certainty that shopping will never fail to cheer her up.
It's all too easy to get lost in the stalls and shops of Nocwich. Taking the time to deliberately turn over each interesting item or piece of clothing like it's some precious treasure is soothing for Hilda much in the way working on her accessories has become. Both are every bit distractions as much as they are a hobby, but the difference being that in Abraxas, the things she's trying to distract from are the sources of her hurt and not a war. That's an improvement, right?
Today's trip into Nocwich is no different from the times before, but this time instead of browsing, she's looking for specific materials for a project she's working on. Readying to leave with her overstuffed bag from a nearby stall, she turns and immediately does a double take. Her skin pales, the usual colour of her cheeks draining quickly from her face, the list of names in Claude's study in his domain screaming at her, the green-haired man's name amongst them. First swans, now Lindhardt? Abraxas was pulling out all the stops.
By the time she's closed the distance between them, she's more certain he's actually here in the flesh. There's a careful air about her despite her usual affixed smile settling onto her face like nothing is the matter. ]
That depends. Are you going to eat a piece too? I feel like it's only fair, Lindhardt.
AHHHH also nocwich elixir shop
It's all too easy to get lost in the stalls and shops of Nocwich. Taking the time to deliberately turn over each interesting item or piece of clothing like it's some precious treasure is soothing for Hilda much in the way working on her accessories has become. Both are every bit distractions as much as they are a hobby, but the difference being that in Abraxas, the things she's trying to distract from are the sources of her hurt and not a war. That's an improvement, right?
Today's trip into Nocwich is no different from the times before, but this time instead of browsing, she's looking for specific materials for a project she's working on. Readying to leave with her overstuffed bag from a nearby stall, she turns and immediately does a double take. Her skin pales, the usual colour of her cheeks draining quickly from her face, the list of names in Claude's study in his domain screaming at her, the green-haired man's name amongst them. First swans, now Lindhardt? Abraxas was pulling out all the stops.
By the time she's closed the distance between them, she's more certain he's actually here in the flesh. There's a careful air about her despite her usual affixed smile settling onto her face like nothing is the matter. ]
That depends. Are you going to eat a piece too? I feel like it's only fair, Lindhardt.