[ Few things, save for a dip into the hot springs, fails to warm Hilda up from the inside out like a drink does. Which isn't to say that she's ruled out a visit to the hot springs (no trip to Nocwich is complete without one as far as she's concerned), but with the chill in the air so reminiscent of her arrival here a year ago she decides to treat herself to everything Nocwich has to offer as a means of quiet celebration (or is it also mourning?) to a year passed here in Abraxas.
She had thought being alone would do her mind some good after being jammed full of things that she'd rather not think about, but she should have known better. Thoughts creep in even against the bright backdrop of the market stalls and the gems she purchases from Glen. A drink might chase things away, and that's why she dips into the tavern and out of the cold. With a hot cider in hand she flits further inside when she encounters a man who looks and sounds like how she feels.
Oh, well. What could it hurt? Hadn't she just been looking for company? ]
Whoever your friend is is right and clearly sent a new face for you to talk to because they knew that you'd be mopey.
[ She's the picture of cheerfulness - from her pink hair and eyes to the pink of her cheeks from the cold outside - as she quickly sets her drink on the table and pulls out a box of matches from her bag. They were lighter to carry around than scissors and frankly, you never knew when pesky loose threads needed to be handled. ]
If you need to get inspired does that mean you're an artist of some kind?
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She had thought being alone would do her mind some good after being jammed full of things that she'd rather not think about, but she should have known better. Thoughts creep in even against the bright backdrop of the market stalls and the gems she purchases from Glen. A drink might chase things away, and that's why she dips into the tavern and out of the cold. With a hot cider in hand she flits further inside when she encounters a man who looks and sounds like how she feels.
Oh, well. What could it hurt? Hadn't she just been looking for company? ]
Whoever your friend is is right and clearly sent a new face for you to talk to because they knew that you'd be mopey.
[ She's the picture of cheerfulness - from her pink hair and eyes to the pink of her cheeks from the cold outside - as she quickly sets her drink on the table and pulls out a box of matches from her bag. They were lighter to carry around than scissors and frankly, you never knew when pesky loose threads needed to be handled. ]
If you need to get inspired does that mean you're an artist of some kind?