Well if wyverns don’t exist in their worlds but they do in ours then I don’t see why not.
[ Hilda loves a good story as much as the next person and she’s already seen firsthand what someone can create in the Horizon as long as they put their mind to it. She isn’t quite expecting a giant chicken though mostly because…well, what she has in mind is a big fat hen. Her eyes widen in surprise and maybe a little in disbelief as she cocks her head to the side trying to process what Claude’s describing but just getting caught on the farm animal. ]
A giant chicken? You’re kidding me. I thought they couldn’t fly very far. Doesn’t that kind of defeat the purpose? [ She shakes her head.] You know what, you’re just going to have to show me next time.
[ She does, after all, have a bet to win and Waffle is becoming nothing but restless, nipping playfully at Adelheid. ]
I already have that – unless you’ve decided to give it to someone else while you’ve been here?
[ It’s a playful poke, just another part of the dance that they’ve constructed and learned over the years just like how these bets have woven themselves into the fabric of their relationship. She hums to herself, mulling over what would be a satisfying reward that will decide how much work she puts in.
True to his word (and Sylvain’s), Claude had provided for her since her arrival, getting her a simple set of clothing that she could mix and match as needed until she could come into her own steady flow of cash. Could she use more things? Sure. But she’s aware of the scarcity of resources and the work that her friends do in order to earn it. It’s hard to be blissfully ignorant when she’s the one without a penny to her name. ]
Waffle is pretty easy – he’d get a big bucket of treats from you and a talon clipping. And for me – [ Finally she settles on something and turns to him, the look in her eyes both sharp and sweet. ] I get to ask you three questions and you have to answer them truthfully.
no subject
[ Hilda loves a good story as much as the next person and she’s already seen firsthand what someone can create in the Horizon as long as they put their mind to it. She isn’t quite expecting a giant chicken though mostly because…well, what she has in mind is a big fat hen. Her eyes widen in surprise and maybe a little in disbelief as she cocks her head to the side trying to process what Claude’s describing but just getting caught on the farm animal. ]
A giant chicken? You’re kidding me. I thought they couldn’t fly very far. Doesn’t that kind of defeat the purpose? [ She shakes her head.] You know what, you’re just going to have to show me next time.
[ She does, after all, have a bet to win and Waffle is becoming nothing but restless, nipping playfully at Adelheid. ]
I already have that – unless you’ve decided to give it to someone else while you’ve been here?
[ It’s a playful poke, just another part of the dance that they’ve constructed and learned over the years just like how these bets have woven themselves into the fabric of their relationship. She hums to herself, mulling over what would be a satisfying reward that will decide how much work she puts in.
True to his word (and Sylvain’s), Claude had provided for her since her arrival, getting her a simple set of clothing that she could mix and match as needed until she could come into her own steady flow of cash. Could she use more things? Sure. But she’s aware of the scarcity of resources and the work that her friends do in order to earn it. It’s hard to be blissfully ignorant when she’s the one without a penny to her name. ]
Waffle is pretty easy – he’d get a big bucket of treats from you and a talon clipping. And for me – [ Finally she settles on something and turns to him, the look in her eyes both sharp and sweet. ] I get to ask you three questions and you have to answer them truthfully.