[ A year in Abraxas means a year away from home. Days had passed since the date of her actual arrival but she still didn't know how she felt about it. Hilda doesn't often pay much mind to the passage of time in such sobering terms; she tries to live in the present as much as possible to avoid worrying about the future or feeling guilty about the past, but being pulled away from everything she once knew certainly had a way of changing that. Perhaps that's why she finds herself retreating back to her domain to think about how she feels being so far away from home for so long - amongst other things that is.
Her domain seems to sense her melancholy state. It's still bright in her domain, but the clouds obscure the sign, painting things in a slightly grey light and there's snow covering the flowers that sleep beneath it. The pond outside has frozen over and Mogwry had had to pull in the little tea set from the patio before that too was covered in a light dusting of snow.
When the door swings open it isn't Hilda like Claude may expect however. Instead, there's a small, tiny creature with little wings, what looks like a giant pom pom on its head carrying a broom. He tilts his head curiously at Claude before he speaks. Oh. You're that guy, kupo. Pretty bold of you to show up here.
Before he has a chance to expand on what he means by that, a voice from somewhere in the cottage calls out, overlaying with the sound of footsteps. Hilda comes into view a moment later, dressed down in a white shift and an oversized light pink knit cardigan. Ever since her "sleepover" in Wanda's domain, she had taken to dressing more casually here with her hair down and looser clothing because she had no one to impress, no one to see. Upon seeing Claude however she halts several metres from the door. ]
Mogwry, who's - oh.
[ Pink colours her cheeks more in surprise than anything else but she doesn't dwell on it. The corners of her lips tug upwards slightly. ]
You do know that we share a loft, right? You don't have to visit me here.
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Her domain seems to sense her melancholy state. It's still bright in her domain, but the clouds obscure the sign, painting things in a slightly grey light and there's snow covering the flowers that sleep beneath it. The pond outside has frozen over and Mogwry had had to pull in the little tea set from the patio before that too was covered in a light dusting of snow.
When the door swings open it isn't Hilda like Claude may expect however. Instead, there's a small, tiny creature with little wings, what looks like a giant pom pom on its head carrying a broom. He tilts his head curiously at Claude before he speaks. Oh. You're that guy, kupo. Pretty bold of you to show up here.
Before he has a chance to expand on what he means by that, a voice from somewhere in the cottage calls out, overlaying with the sound of footsteps. Hilda comes into view a moment later, dressed down in a white shift and an oversized light pink knit cardigan. Ever since her "sleepover" in Wanda's domain, she had taken to dressing more casually here with her hair down and looser clothing because she had no one to impress, no one to see. Upon seeing Claude however she halts several metres from the door. ]
Mogwry, who's - oh.
[ Pink colours her cheeks more in surprise than anything else but she doesn't dwell on it. The corners of her lips tug upwards slightly. ]
You do know that we share a loft, right? You don't have to visit me here.