[ She can’t stop herself from laughing as she’s pulled into his side as they face Waffle’s empty stall. His tone had a similar quality as merchants who boasted about their wares in an attempt to make a sale. ]
Claude, I don’t want to fall in love with a wyvern. Although if Waffle is the only person aside from Hoslt who loves me then maybe it isn’t so bad.
[ An eyebrow arches briefly at what she knows is meant to be a rhetorical question. They both knew that he lied. It wasn’t meant to be malicious and she knew that — Claude, at least as well as she knew him — didn’t have a malicious bone in his body. He just liked his secrets because she supposed it formed a layer around whatever it was he was trying to protect. But because it’s rhetorical she lets her mildly judging look pass between them without saying much of anything else. ]
The aerie definitely took a lot of effort. I had to take the longest nap afterwards. [ Despite none of this being real, she contemplates the stall and Waffle’s saddle hanging there. If she even remotely wants this to be a place of reprieve it won't be without Waffenzahn. It's silly and childish in many ways, but she didn't think Claude would judge her for it. ] If I mess it up somehow, you can’t laugh or tell anyone, okay?
[ With or without Claude’s confirmation Hilda closes her eyes, drawing on the memories of her wyvern. Waffenzahn had been a relatively young thing when she had been introduced to him; he was rambunctious, mischievous and full of energy to the point where he had almost flung her from the saddle once. Despite her shocked anger Hilda had been as quick to forgive when he sensed he had done something wrong and given her the biggest doe eyes she had ever seen on a creature.
He wasn’t as lithe and long as Adelheid, but he was stocky and strong under some of the young wyvern pudge he had yet to lose. His dislike of men had been apparent early on, but they had gotten to a point where men he was acquainted with were met with a certain air of disdain that rivaled even Lorenz’s scoff. For all his sass and wyvern-esque scoffing though, Waffenzahn adored Hilda, taking on the demeanor of a dog that was reunited with its owner any time she appeared in the aerie.
Just as she’s about to ask if she’s done it, she feels a force knock her backwards from Claude’s reach. And there Waffenzahn is, absolutely overjoyed to see her and pointedly putting himself between her and Claude. Her surprise overrides any triumph she might feel and she gazes up at her wyvern and his pink bows around his horns in all his glory in wonder. ]
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Claude, I don’t want to fall in love with a wyvern. Although if Waffle is the only person aside from Hoslt who loves me then maybe it isn’t so bad.
[ An eyebrow arches briefly at what she knows is meant to be a rhetorical question. They both knew that he lied. It wasn’t meant to be malicious and she knew that — Claude, at least as well as she knew him — didn’t have a malicious bone in his body. He just liked his secrets because she supposed it formed a layer around whatever it was he was trying to protect. But because it’s rhetorical she lets her mildly judging look pass between them without saying much of anything else. ]
The aerie definitely took a lot of effort. I had to take the longest nap afterwards. [ Despite none of this being real, she contemplates the stall and Waffle’s saddle hanging there. If she even remotely wants this to be a place of reprieve it won't be without Waffenzahn. It's silly and childish in many ways, but she didn't think Claude would judge her for it. ] If I mess it up somehow, you can’t laugh or tell anyone, okay?
[ With or without Claude’s confirmation Hilda closes her eyes, drawing on the memories of her wyvern. Waffenzahn had been a relatively young thing when she had been introduced to him; he was rambunctious, mischievous and full of energy to the point where he had almost flung her from the saddle once. Despite her shocked anger Hilda had been as quick to forgive when he sensed he had done something wrong and given her the biggest doe eyes she had ever seen on a creature.
He wasn’t as lithe and long as Adelheid, but he was stocky and strong under some of the young wyvern pudge he had yet to lose. His dislike of men had been apparent early on, but they had gotten to a point where men he was acquainted with were met with a certain air of disdain that rivaled even Lorenz’s scoff. For all his sass and wyvern-esque scoffing though, Waffenzahn adored Hilda, taking on the demeanor of a dog that was reunited with its owner any time she appeared in the aerie.
Just as she’s about to ask if she’s done it, she feels a force knock her backwards from Claude’s reach. And there Waffenzahn is, absolutely overjoyed to see her and pointedly putting himself between her and Claude. Her surprise overrides any triumph she might feel and she gazes up at her wyvern and his pink bows around his horns in all his glory in wonder. ]
I did it.