If your reputation hasn't scared me away at this point, I don't think much else can.
[ Hilda knows exactly what he's referring to, but she hadn't cared then and she certainly doesn't care now. Even in the throws of her turmoil, she knows with certainty that every word she says is true. They could joke about it now because it wasn't being used maliciously, and the best part was, no one in Abraxas cared. But if they did, Hilda knew she'd immediately have some choice words to say.
While she had been hesitant about the market at first (and for what? It was just the market, they had been to the market together plenty of times before), it's difficult for her to remember why when he continues to hold onto her hand long past the point when he actually had to. It's warm and it makes her happy, it makes her think - no. She can't think that. This is simply how they've always been. Nothing more, nothing less.
She allows herself to be led through the stalls until they reach the destination that Claude had in mind. The hours she's spent in the market would be impossible to count; at this point she's become a fixture, with several of the merchants beginning to recognize her, asking her thoughts on some of the new wares in the hopes that she'll buy them. Even though she doesn't always spend money, Hilda has a sneaking suspicion that the anticipation about whether or not she will is a fun game for some of them.
But she must have missed this stall. The bead is nothing less than stunning and she looks at it in wonder, stepping up close to Claude so that she can get a better view. When she turns towards him, her eyes shine, not unlike how the sparks in the bead. ]
Claude, these are amazing! I have to make something with these. [ There's an adoring fondness in her gaze even though in her next breath she's teasing him. ] Nice to see that even the second-best archer in Abraxas is still keeping his observation skills sharp.
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[ Hilda knows exactly what he's referring to, but she hadn't cared then and she certainly doesn't care now. Even in the throws of her turmoil, she knows with certainty that every word she says is true. They could joke about it now because it wasn't being used maliciously, and the best part was, no one in Abraxas cared. But if they did, Hilda knew she'd immediately have some choice words to say.
While she had been hesitant about the market at first (and for what? It was just the market, they had been to the market together plenty of times before), it's difficult for her to remember why when he continues to hold onto her hand long past the point when he actually had to. It's warm and it makes her happy, it makes her think - no. She can't think that. This is simply how they've always been. Nothing more, nothing less.
She allows herself to be led through the stalls until they reach the destination that Claude had in mind. The hours she's spent in the market would be impossible to count; at this point she's become a fixture, with several of the merchants beginning to recognize her, asking her thoughts on some of the new wares in the hopes that she'll buy them. Even though she doesn't always spend money, Hilda has a sneaking suspicion that the anticipation about whether or not she will is a fun game for some of them.
But she must have missed this stall. The bead is nothing less than stunning and she looks at it in wonder, stepping up close to Claude so that she can get a better view. When she turns towards him, her eyes shine, not unlike how the sparks in the bead. ]
Claude, these are amazing! I have to make something with these. [ There's an adoring fondness in her gaze even though in her next breath she's teasing him. ] Nice to see that even the second-best archer in Abraxas is still keeping his observation skills sharp.