[ She knows that there are dire things happening in Abraxas and that very soon things like this, moments of carefree lightness where those troubles are miles below them, will have to take a backseat. It's in her nature to be selfish and that's something she's coming more to terms with every passing day, but she can't help but ask for forgiveness for holding tightly onto this. ]
Are you declaring a duel, my lord?
[ Even with the wind whistling past their ears, the tone she takes on is distinctly reminiscent of one Lorenz Hellman Gloucester. The brief crane of her neck behind and then quickly above, has Hilda letting out a yelp of surprise that mingles with Khurshid's growl of joy. How else are you supposed to react when there's a white wyvern barreling towards you? Waffle lets out a roar and she urges him on faster trying to keep ahead of the dive bombing Sahar. ]
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Are you declaring a duel, my lord?
[ Even with the wind whistling past their ears, the tone she takes on is distinctly reminiscent of one Lorenz Hellman Gloucester. The brief crane of her neck behind and then quickly above, has Hilda letting out a yelp of surprise that mingles with Khurshid's growl of joy. How else are you supposed to react when there's a white wyvern barreling towards you? Waffle lets out a roar and she urges him on faster trying to keep ahead of the dive bombing Sahar. ]
A Gloucester never gives up!