That is a fair point. Yes, Flayn is Saint Cethleann. I cannot speak to her morality as we obviously had not been in contact, however, I do not have any issues with her conduct unlike Seteth's and Lady Rhea's.
Why isn't Claude telling you?
[Obviously it's Claude. Hilda said they were both from a world where the Alliance won or was winning. Sylvain is not. So he would not have relevant information for Hilda.]
Is he being Claude or is there a logical reason? I do wonder if telling you would create a new timeline if you were returned to Fodlan. We will need to find a way to determine that...
[It's been less than half an hour and Linhardt already wants to play with the fundamental nature of Fodlan's realities.
A communication network. What an interesting idea. Magic as a manifestation of communication rather than force. Linhardt looks at the words floating on the table and then pokes a finger at them, watching the digit go through the words with a look of concentration on his face as he 'feels' his way around, poking at the raw expression of Hilda's will and what it 'looks' like to his magic.
He sits in silence as he works out what that must look like. His magic is still weak, and he can't cast Warp magic at all, but it isn't difficult for Linhardt to direct actions using his will: He's been trained in magic since he was a child, and that's what magic is. So it doesn't take too long for Hilda to receive a return message in Linhardt's weirdly impeccable handwriting:]
I understand.
[Then it is time to test boundaries and experiment. First, Linhardt sends her a simple X and Y coordinate plane, then he tries to map a sine wave; it turns out that's harder than he expects it to be. Linhardt frowns and moves on, making a note to improve his visualization skills.
He's not done, however. If he can make his own handwriting and images, can he make other peoples' writing?
First Hilda is treated to a sentence in Caspar's signature scrawl, letters made in chicken scratch that is barely legible:]
I'm going to punch the world.
[And then the healer decides to copy Edelgard:]
I am the Flame Emperor and I use lifts in my shoes.
[Is that true? He doesn't give any indication either way. Linhardt takes her information about Horizon in a relative amount of stride. So it's similar to Zaharas? Or perhaps where their life energy goes when they dream. Linhardt has always been curious about that.]
I will visit, but I would like to have my own domain. I want to be able to be alone.
[A simple and honest reason. Linhardt shares Bernadetta's reclusive nature. He appreciates the invitation, but he doesn't want to run into Hilda or Sylvain unexpectedly. They might insist on conversing when he would rather nap. He cannot risk it. Having already picked up that the magical network is a better way to speak (Hilda mentioned exercising caution in 'writing' but not in speech), Linhardt floats another sentence at Hilda:]
Why should I be careful? Do you know why Thorne is so restricting of our movements? Are you likewise restricted?
I want to recreate my favorite napping spots.
[The dual method of conversation is purposeful: Linhardt is feigning disinterest in the 'dangerous' parts of Horizon.]
I'm visually impaired so no fancy fonts gotta use ~imagination~
Why isn't Claude telling you?
[Obviously it's Claude. Hilda said they were both from a world where the Alliance won or was winning. Sylvain is not. So he would not have relevant information for Hilda.]
Is he being Claude or is there a logical reason? I do wonder if telling you would create a new timeline if you were returned to Fodlan. We will need to find a way to determine that...
[It's been less than half an hour and Linhardt already wants to play with the fundamental nature of Fodlan's realities.
A communication network. What an interesting idea. Magic as a manifestation of communication rather than force. Linhardt looks at the words floating on the table and then pokes a finger at them, watching the digit go through the words with a look of concentration on his face as he 'feels' his way around, poking at the raw expression of Hilda's will and what it 'looks' like to his magic.
He sits in silence as he works out what that must look like. His magic is still weak, and he can't cast Warp magic at all, but it isn't difficult for Linhardt to direct actions using his will: He's been trained in magic since he was a child, and that's what magic is. So it doesn't take too long for Hilda to receive a return message in Linhardt's weirdly impeccable handwriting:]
I understand.
[Then it is time to test boundaries and experiment. First, Linhardt sends her a simple X and Y coordinate plane, then he tries to map a sine wave; it turns out that's harder than he expects it to be. Linhardt frowns and moves on, making a note to improve his visualization skills.
He's not done, however. If he can make his own handwriting and images, can he make other peoples' writing?
First Hilda is treated to a sentence in Caspar's signature scrawl, letters made in chicken scratch that is barely legible:]
I'm going to punch the world.
[And then the healer decides to copy Edelgard:]
I am the Flame Emperor and I use lifts in my shoes.
[Is that true? He doesn't give any indication either way. Linhardt takes her information about Horizon in a relative amount of stride. So it's similar to Zaharas? Or perhaps where their life energy goes when they dream. Linhardt has always been curious about that.]
I will visit, but I would like to have my own domain. I want to be able to be alone.
[A simple and honest reason. Linhardt shares Bernadetta's reclusive nature. He appreciates the invitation, but he doesn't want to run into Hilda or Sylvain unexpectedly. They might insist on conversing when he would rather nap. He cannot risk it. Having already picked up that the magical network is a better way to speak (Hilda mentioned exercising caution in 'writing' but not in speech), Linhardt floats another sentence at Hilda:]
Why should I be careful? Do you know why Thorne is so restricting of our movements? Are you likewise restricted?
I want to recreate my favorite napping spots.
[The dual method of conversation is purposeful: Linhardt is feigning disinterest in the 'dangerous' parts of Horizon.]
Can we make food?