[ Admittedly it's a difficult concept for Hilda to wrap her mind around when by all accounts, everything in the Free Cities was leaps and bounds beyond what she had been used to in Fodlan. But she's been educated since befriending multiple people from modern day Earth. ]
I was going to say that the closest thing I could probably offer you is the plays. Ed and I were going to work on recreating the one he'd written during our time as gods but...
[ Her voice trails off as she thinks about her funny friend who had gone back to what she hoped was a well deserved vacation.
The theatre as a form of entertainment has never failed to capture her wonder. The stories and the passion that went into the storytelling was something that she would never tire of - it's ironic that she had somehow found employment at the Old Public Hall. ]
I can't believe I'm saying this but have you considered books?
( wanda feels so tired lately, and when hilda mentions ed, knowing that he is gone now, wanda can't help but feel that exhaustion spread to her bones. they've been here so long, the two of them, and while things have had their lows, the highs have been nurturing and restorative; still, with a pact to a god, the constant ebb and flow of shame and guilt from her past, making herself believe and trust in a future that she herself doesn't really believe is going to happen at all—
this is when wanda leans heavily into hilda, hiding her face against her friend, like a child is wont to do when wanting comfort and to hide away from the world. )
I like books.
( is what she says, quietly, and nocwich has many that she enjoys reading. )
The selection in Solvunn isn't so great.
( there's exhaustion in her words, but also her tone makes it sound as if she wants to say more yet can't bring herself to do so without her throat tightening and tears prickling at her eyes. it'd be impossible for hilda to ignore it, and wanda is too tired to try and hide it from her.
and, perhaps, the only hint that something is wrong—that wanda is fully aware is wrong, and doesn't want to cause others to know and worry, are the following words: )
[ As Wanda leans into her, Hilda's eyes flutter in some surprise but she doesn't hesitate in drawing her close and wrapping her arms around her friend to support all of her weight if she needs it. Her hand comes to rest lightly against her hair, stroking it in the hopes that she would find it soothing. ]
You could just ask me to bring you some, you know. We could do a little exchange every month. I'll even wrap it up for you as a surprise.
[ Small gifts, small gestures - all of them cultivated the relationships that mattered the most to her and wouldn't ever be considered a burden. And if Wanda was feeling this way, and perhaps had been for some time now, for it to show so palpably when she had always put on a facade of even and put togetherness then it was more important than ever that Hilda helped in whatever way she could.
And right now, listening is the thing she can offer.
When she asks her not to tell Matt concern immediately flits across Hilda's face and her mind goes a mile a minute wondering what could possibly be wrong. Her grip tightens against her shoulder as she pulls her close. ]
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I was going to say that the closest thing I could probably offer you is the plays. Ed and I were going to work on recreating the one he'd written during our time as gods but...
[ Her voice trails off as she thinks about her funny friend who had gone back to what she hoped was a well deserved vacation.
The theatre as a form of entertainment has never failed to capture her wonder. The stories and the passion that went into the storytelling was something that she would never tire of - it's ironic that she had somehow found employment at the Old Public Hall. ]
I can't believe I'm saying this but have you considered books?
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this is when wanda leans heavily into hilda, hiding her face against her friend, like a child is wont to do when wanting comfort and to hide away from the world. )
I like books.
( is what she says, quietly, and nocwich has many that she enjoys reading. )
The selection in Solvunn isn't so great.
( there's exhaustion in her words, but also her tone makes it sound as if she wants to say more yet can't bring herself to do so without her throat tightening and tears prickling at her eyes. it'd be impossible for hilda to ignore it, and wanda is too tired to try and hide it from her.
and, perhaps, the only hint that something is wrong—that wanda is fully aware is wrong, and doesn't want to cause others to know and worry, are the following words: )
...don't tell Matt.
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You could just ask me to bring you some, you know. We could do a little exchange every month. I'll even wrap it up for you as a surprise.
[ Small gifts, small gestures - all of them cultivated the relationships that mattered the most to her and wouldn't ever be considered a burden. And if Wanda was feeling this way, and perhaps had been for some time now, for it to show so palpably when she had always put on a facade of even and put togetherness then it was more important than ever that Hilda helped in whatever way she could.
And right now, listening is the thing she can offer.
When she asks her not to tell Matt concern immediately flits across Hilda's face and her mind goes a mile a minute wondering what could possibly be wrong. Her grip tightens against her shoulder as she pulls her close. ]
Wanda...did something happen?