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Hilda Valentine Goneril ([personal profile] theidlemaiden) wrote 2023-12-12 04:20 am (UTC)

[ Her lips curl at the typical Claude answer. ]

Right.

[ Claude's own bundled up outfit brings an amused crinkle of Hilda's eyes because really, it isn't even as cold as it could get. She had never lied about disliking the cold, but unlike Claude, she had grown up in a place with four seasons and more snow than Almyra likely ever did unless it was in the mountains of Fodlan's Throat. And also unlike Claude, she stands inside her toasty warm cottage. The fire blazes bright, the warmth from it emanating to every nook and cranny thanks to some help from Hilda's will.

Meanwhile Mogwry seems unimpressed by Claude's arrival and continues to stand in his place in the doorway like some sort of mini sential. Before Hilda has a chance to respond, the pipes up,You want me to let him in, kupo? The broom suddenly seems to crackle with some sort of mysterious electricity which doesn't go unnoticed by the domain owner. ]


Mogwry, we talked about the electric rod.

[ The moogle whips his head around, pompom bobbing adorably even though it's clear that he's baffled by this turn of events. Kupo, but you said that he -, Whatever Mogwry claims Hilda had said is muffled by her hand as she picks him up in her arms. The embarrassing interaction is met with a flush of her cheeks even as she holds on tight to her little guard moogle but she moves smoothly right past it like Mogwry had said nothing at all. ]

It's new. [ She pauses as annoyed kupo's! come from the moogle. ] The domain that is. I was going to make a meadow but then it kind of just...grew from there. I got Mogwry from a friend who left a couple of months ago.

[ There's another embarrassed pause. ]

Does it look okay?

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