[muses and patrons, it sounds like something wanda would read in a book about a life that could never be hers. suppose so, she thinks, but ultimately thinks that there is beauty in being able to create art despite the scarcity of materials. perhaps jesper would help hilda out with creating those materials she would need.

wanda is not about to mention that she creates coins on the fly when she really needs it; inflation is not her end goal, and the last thing she wants to do is get in trouble over capitalism.]

People train every day to get better at using their weapon of choice or to get stronger. Same thing with my powers. I’d train with it to use it better — and it’d just grow from there.

[it’s less simple than that, but there’s no real intent to want to get into it. agatha’s words echo in her mind when she thinks of her magic as magic. there’s a light frown, though, and wanda’s expression pinches a touch.]

You fought one of the monsters that came through the rift, didn’t you?