Her eyes shine bright at the memory, nodding in agreement.
“We have wyvern at home, but nothing like those serpents. I thought I’d seen it all but Abraxas just keeps on surprising me.” The laugh tacked onto it is a bright one, one that implies that the Nether is one of those things. The world had surprised her in other ways too, albeit less pleasant ones, but she’s always been good at sweeping the unpleasantries under the rug.
And talk about love? Romance? There’s no better distraction, no better way to paint and cover up the bad. The solemn tone doesn't escape her notice, but introductions have to be made first.
“Hilda Valentine Goneril. But you can just call me Hilda. The full name is for when I’m in trouble,” she replies with the most informal of curtsies and a cheeky tone. "This might be a silly question but did something happen to the oceans? Not that I don't appreciate the Nether as it is but I can't quite imagine it as anything else."
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“We have wyvern at home, but nothing like those serpents. I thought I’d seen it all but Abraxas just keeps on surprising me.” The laugh tacked onto it is a bright one, one that implies that the Nether is one of those things. The world had surprised her in other ways too, albeit less pleasant ones, but she’s always been good at sweeping the unpleasantries under the rug.
And talk about love? Romance? There’s no better distraction, no better way to paint and cover up the bad. The solemn tone doesn't escape her notice, but introductions have to be made first.
“Hilda Valentine Goneril. But you can just call me Hilda. The full name is for when I’m in trouble,” she replies with the most informal of curtsies and a cheeky tone. "This might be a silly question but did something happen to the oceans? Not that I don't appreciate the Nether as it is but I can't quite imagine it as anything else."