I think we're past assuming there is rhyme or reason in Abraxas, Hilda.
( wanda entertains the notion, though, finding whimsical and childish wonder as the sprawling hills in bloom that had once been of hilda's own creation now adorn a particular spot within the living and breathing abraxas. suppose it says a lot about their power of creation, as summoned. that power was always there, somewhat limited, only.
she lingers by the stream, though, after hopping across it, mary following after them and splashing all over. dot, the orange cat, on the other hand, is more graceful as he follows along. wanda glances to where they had come from, a breeze blowing past them, and lets herself feel nothing for a moment.
she's avoiding a painful conversation with hilda, and the notion of it alone breaks her heart.
returning to glance at her friend, her gaze is soft. )
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( wanda entertains the notion, though, finding whimsical and childish wonder as the sprawling hills in bloom that had once been of hilda's own creation now adorn a particular spot within the living and breathing abraxas. suppose it says a lot about their power of creation, as summoned. that power was always there, somewhat limited, only.
she lingers by the stream, though, after hopping across it, mary following after them and splashing all over. dot, the orange cat, on the other hand, is more graceful as he follows along. wanda glances to where they had come from, a breeze blowing past them, and lets herself feel nothing for a moment.
she's avoiding a painful conversation with hilda, and the notion of it alone breaks her heart.
returning to glance at her friend, her gaze is soft. )
Where are we headed?