[ Hilda senses the reluctance, the deliberate sidestep away from the topic. It’s a curious one though; despite knowing how much Claude cared for his wyvern, she can’t pinpoint exactly if it’s for the same reason that she had her reservations about Waffle.

Despite that she’s become somewhat versed in knowing which loose threads to pick, particularly when it came to Claude and this wasn’t one of them. After all, the stretch of blue sky outside the window beckoned to them. ]

When have you had a problem describing anything, Claude? [ His admission surprises her too, but she seems more amused than confused at his inability to do so. ] Is it a living creature? Is it something like, I don’t know… [ She pauses, searching for something that they’re familiar with but sounds absurd at the same time. ] A flying wagon?

[ But she’s quick to mimic him, hoisting herself gracefully up onto Waffle’s saddle and urging him up beside Adelheid. ]

What do we get if we win? [ Because of course she wouldn’t leave out her own wyvern out of this one. He will be doing most of the work after all. ]