[ After only being here several hours, Hilda still hasn't come to a conclusion about whether or not this place is some sort of "divine" punishment or reward for everything she had gone through. Cute bathing suits and sunshine? Great. The sex with multiple people thing feels like a mixed bag. Bird people with rock hard muscles that were highly food motivated - not great, especially if you had food near them. Knowing that she's sharing this space with Edelgard? Definitely not a positive.
Considering the series of events that have lead Hilda to this point, it should probably come as no surprise to her that encountering the Emperor of Fodlan while they're both clad in bathing suits. And yet colour her surprised when she's approached by none other than Edelgard herself while she's minding her own business as she lounges under the shade of a large palm tree and her sunhat. Her own collection of sandals, sunglasses and feathers is probably a clear indication that she's nowhere near as in much of a hurry as the white-haired woman before her.
Her own swimsuit looks like something that she might not have put much thought into herself aside from it looking cute. But having arrived here with an ugly, fresh scar that cut diagonally between her breasts, she had needed something that would serve her from both a fashion and function perspective. As realization sets in however she can't help but wish, for perhaps the first time in her life, that she were wearing something a little more protective. Like plate armor. As it stands all she's got is some beach wear and sass as deep as the ocean to cover up the maelstrom of feelings that begins to roil in her stomach. Slowly she slides her heart shaped sunglasses down her nose. ]
No further expectations? I find that really hard to believe.
scavenger hunt, awkward mode
Considering the series of events that have lead Hilda to this point, it should probably come as no surprise to her that encountering the Emperor of Fodlan while they're both clad in bathing suits. And yet colour her surprised when she's approached by none other than Edelgard herself while she's minding her own business as she lounges under the shade of a large palm tree and her sunhat. Her own collection of sandals, sunglasses and feathers is probably a clear indication that she's nowhere near as in much of a hurry as the white-haired woman before her.
Her own swimsuit looks like something that she might not have put much thought into herself aside from it looking cute. But having arrived here with an ugly, fresh scar that cut diagonally between her breasts, she had needed something that would serve her from both a fashion and function perspective. As realization sets in however she can't help but wish, for perhaps the first time in her life, that she were wearing something a little more protective. Like plate armor. As it stands all she's got is some beach wear and sass as deep as the ocean to cover up the maelstrom of feelings that begins to roil in her stomach. Slowly she slides her heart shaped sunglasses down her nose. ]
No further expectations? I find that really hard to believe.