[ Planning for Sylvain's birthday had begun long before the Singularity had sucked them into a fictional future and no amount of world-shaking, reality-bending was going to stop those plans from coming to fruition.
And while it's true that focusing on preparing for the trip is something that gives Hilda a reprieve from spiraling, there seems to be more enthusiasm that seems more pointed and determined than before. What's the point of a birthday gift if there isn't some element of surprise? But whether she's really being subtle about it is anyone's guess.
The last several weeks have involved an impressive amount of sneaking in and out of Sylvain's room in an attempt to pack clothes that would be suitable for several nights of camping in the desert. And where did she keep all of these packed bags, you ask? Definitely not in her closet that has slowly been spilling out from its actual confines like some growing mass of fabric and colour.
By the time the actual day rolls around, she's surprisingly chipper for someone who can and has lazed around until noon on multiple occasions. And while getting up early isn't the birthday boy's favourite thing either, it's the only way they can ensure they'll beat most of the desert heat. With their horse and wagon saddled up, the trio set off. For once she's leading the charge, letting the two men laze in the wagon while she's astride the horse, map in hand and wearing a large sunhat definitely not made for camping atop her head. ]
I think the campsite should be just up ahead and then we can have a proper breakfast.
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And while it's true that focusing on preparing for the trip is something that gives Hilda a reprieve from spiraling, there seems to be more enthusiasm that seems more pointed and determined than before. What's the point of a birthday gift if there isn't some element of surprise? But whether she's really being subtle about it is anyone's guess.
The last several weeks have involved an impressive amount of sneaking in and out of Sylvain's room in an attempt to pack clothes that would be suitable for several nights of camping in the desert. And where did she keep all of these packed bags, you ask? Definitely not in her closet that has slowly been spilling out from its actual confines like some growing mass of fabric and colour.
By the time the actual day rolls around, she's surprisingly chipper for someone who can and has lazed around until noon on multiple occasions. And while getting up early isn't the birthday boy's favourite thing either, it's the only way they can ensure they'll beat most of the desert heat. With their horse and wagon saddled up, the trio set off. For once she's leading the charge, letting the two men laze in the wagon while she's astride the horse, map in hand and wearing a large sunhat definitely not made for camping atop her head. ]
I think the campsite should be just up ahead and then we can have a proper breakfast.
[ Or is it brunch at this point? Details. ]