It shouldn't come as a surprise to anyone that knows her that Hilda hates getting her hair wet. Most of it has to do with her religiously kept hair wash schedule (every other day, sometimes every two days if she can stretch it, because drying her hair takes a considerable amount of time), but she also just doesn't enjoy the feeling of salt in her hair. Artfully created beachy waves are cute. Real ones? Not for Hilda.
That's why most of her time in the water has been short or accompanied with a giant float. All the better to people watch from behind oversized sunglasses, right? And it's during one of these times in the water that she spots a striking figure in a red swimsuit emerging from the waters. Hilda is happy to people watch and normally wouldn't go out of her way to pursue someone - but the gait looks so familiar that it has her lifting her sunglasses to squint.
No. It couldn't be. There's absolutely no way in the nine levels of creepy, dark Garreg Mach's crypts that it's who she thinks it is.
Suddenly she's in pursuit. After promptly dumping her float onto Claude's beach chair (sorry, not sorry, jerk) she takes off after the figure so quickly that she forgets her other sun protective gear in the process leaving her just in her swimsuit and sandals.
By the time she's caught up at the cliffs and she hears him speak, Hilda's brain may as well have broken. There is no fucking way - If Altaír was about to take a leap, he isn't now. Suddenly Hilda is in front of Altaïr looking completely aghast and gesturing towards the entire length of his body. "Did you always look like this? What else are you trying to hide from me?!"
cliff diving cliff diving (and a dash of you know what)
That's why most of her time in the water has been short or accompanied with a giant float. All the better to people watch from behind oversized sunglasses, right? And it's during one of these times in the water that she spots a striking figure in a red swimsuit emerging from the waters. Hilda is happy to people watch and normally wouldn't go out of her way to pursue someone - but the gait looks so familiar that it has her lifting her sunglasses to squint.
No. It couldn't be. There's absolutely no way in the nine levels of creepy, dark Garreg Mach's crypts that it's who she thinks it is.
Suddenly she's in pursuit. After promptly dumping her float onto Claude's beach chair (sorry, not sorry, jerk) she takes off after the figure so quickly that she forgets her other sun protective gear in the process leaving her just in her swimsuit and sandals.
By the time she's caught up at the cliffs and she hears him speak, Hilda's brain may as well have broken. There is no fucking way - If Altaír was about to take a leap, he isn't now. Suddenly Hilda is in front of Altaïr looking completely aghast and gesturing towards the entire length of his body. "Did you always look like this? What else are you trying to hide from me?!"