[once seated, wanda isโagainโawed by the artistic skill of those around her, of hilda, specifically. the other woman has clearly been putting a lot of thought and work into this disguise, and while words like โwyvernโ escape her momentarily, the strokes of the pen on the paper put the image in place, and she can understand why she was enthused about it.
itโs quiteโฆ indulgent, but also โ overachieving, kind of. right? but not in a bad way.
hilda asks for her opinion timidly, and that much catches wanda off-guard. thankfully, her words were always going to be kind, regardless. wanda draws the sketch closer to herself, traces the lines with her finger, just shy of actually touching them.]
Nothing in pink. I think itโll be a great disguise.
[โbut, wait, the bit about the wings, of course. wanda nods, raising her eyes to look into hildaโs pink ones.]
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itโs quiteโฆ indulgent, but also โ overachieving, kind of. right? but not in a bad way.
hilda asks for her opinion timidly, and that much catches wanda off-guard. thankfully, her words were always going to be kind, regardless. wanda draws the sketch closer to herself, traces the lines with her finger, just shy of actually touching them.]
Nothing in pink. I think itโll be a great disguise.
[โbut, wait, the bit about the wings, of course. wanda nods, raising her eyes to look into hildaโs pink ones.]
You would like them to move, too, I imagine?