#hilda support

[verseandrhyme]

@flowerofgoneril | cont

Mitama’s own pink hair is taken down from it’s usual style and allowed to drift freely as she sinks low beneath the waters. She really should mimic the other and consider putting it up, but...it has already fanned out around her like a large lily pad, and Mitama would hate to go through the effort of comfortably wrangling the half wet mess...

Her face dips below the waters to mask the smile that breaks across it as Hilda begins to list her suggested ideas. She rises again and shakes the droplets from her chin. “I am not one for plans when it comes to leisure, no. I far prefer enjoying the mood and seeing where it may lead. However...”

Gossip. She really should not, but the idea is tempting.

“I imagine any of our male classmates who would stumble upon us would be better off feeling fear than jealousy.” She muses, resting her head against the rock once more. “Siegbert is rather protective. I am certain that whatever thoughts they may have stumbling upon us, running is highly ranked.”

Amusing thoughts aside, she imagines Hilda would find far more joy out of that thought than her, and thus she turns her attention back to the other. “I can see where you found that conclusion. Pink, deer, lazy...I imagine if we were any more similar, one may struggle to tell us apart.”

[ignatzvictor]

👗"Oh wow, Ignatz! You look so handsome."

send 👗 to compliment my muse’s outfit

Ignatz looked up from his sketchbook at Hilda. His outfit was rather plain, nowhere near the high fashion some of the nobles were wearing. Still, the compliment left Ignatz a flustered mess. “Well... uh thank... you. Though I believe that... others... better looking than me.” Ignatz stopped, then added, “Like you Hilda, you’re like a delicate rose.”

[lionerrant]

A hug while cuddling?

Hugs Meme

Sylvain is a little lost on the how and why of how he got here.

Missions could be unpredictable things. You go out, half expecting to die because the monastery seems dead set on sending students out on tasks they are incredibly unprepared for. Sometimes you got banged up. Sometimes you were fine.

This seemed like one of the later cases.

Sylvain stared blankly at the sky above them, eyes tracing over the stars that lit their little campsite. You’d think the monastery would be more generous with supplies as well. Sylvain sighed again, scooting himself to get more comfortable even as rocks poked at his back through the thin bedroll he’d rolled out for the night.

It was quiet. The fire flickered nearby, those up for their turn on watch were talking in hushed voices. And Sylvain couldn’t sleep. Unlike some people.

Something warm and solid bumped his side. Sylvain’s eyes dropped to a mass of pink hair, curling up against him. Hilda. He stayed quiet and still, just watching her as she slept, chest raising and falling slowly. Or maybe she wasn’t even sleeping. Maybe it was another one of her games, setting up for a favor somewhere down the road.

...did it matter?

Sylvain let out a sigh and adjusted, wrapping an arm around her shoulders absently. His gaze returned to the sky once more, watching the stars as they watched back.

It was quiet. He liked it.

[minorindech]

<3 ((Hilda and Bernie need friendship rights))

you’ve got mail !

Lady Hilda Valentine of House Goneril,

Thank you for your advice on working beads into embroidery. I’ve never tried using beads or making jewelry before myself, so I really appreciate it! I was nervous about trying it out, but you were right, it was a lot easier than I thought it was going to be! I might even try to do it more often!

Maybe Bernie can even try making some jewelry? I don’t think I’m ready for that.

As a thanks for your advice, I’m sending this along with the piece I made. It’s not that great, but I’m sure I can do even nicer things in the future, so I hope you like it!

Sincerely, Bernadetta von Varley

Bernadetta’s always hated how stiff letter writing sounds, she thinks with a wince as she looks it over. Still, mother had always insisted that being able to send proper letters was important for a noblewoman, and her mother was the smartest noblewoman Bernie knew!

And better to send the gift in a letter than have to do it in person, Bernie decided. Pinning the letter to the embroidered copy of the Golden Deer banner she’d made, Bernadetta scurried off to deliver it before anyone caught her wandering the halls.

[verseandrhyme]

♨️ "You know what this place really needs? A couple of cute girls like us relaxing in the hot springs!"

Fleeting Snow

“This place, or do you simply wish to partake in the hot springs yourself? There is hardly any shame to be found in admitting the truth, you know?” 

Despite her words, there is an easy going smile on Mitama’s face as the two find their way into the hot springs. While the style is different, the familiarity seeps into her bones much like the warmth of the area itself. Mitama lets out a content sigh as she approaches the water, dipping a toe into its depths.

Warmth of time long past / revitalizes the soul / heart beats easier.

Mitama slips into the water with a sigh of great relief, eyes slipping closed soon after. The water is perfection, and after all the strange on-goings of attending this academy, Mitama cannot feel that this is anything but justly deserved.

“So what were your plans for a “couple of cute girls” relaxing, hmm?” Mitama’s eyes open again to find Hilda now that she has joined her in the hot springs. Oh it is far too dangerously tempting to fall asleep in such comfort.

[verseandrhyme]

drink and be merry

This was a poor excuse for a party, if Mitama was pressed to be perfectly honest. Or simply asked. She would have likely given the same response regardless of how intensely she was questioned on the subject.

She is not sure exactly where the alcohol had been found in the very edge of the forest as they are, but she is not one to complain. She has her own modest cup, having given far few protests than their stubborn and scowling...guide? Caretaker? Hindrance.

Still, they’ve managed to create a small gathering of students. Whether they are here for their goal of prodding the knight for more information or simply pulled in by the allure of alcohol, Mitama has no way of knowing, but she is not one to judge either. At least, not in this matter.

“You know.” Mitama begins casually after managing a small sip of her own drink. “From my understanding, the Goddess plans everything, does she not? You would think if she sent students here to explore the forest, she would pick ones who are capable of handling what may lie within its forbidden grounds, wouldn’t she?”

Her hypothetical receives no response from the man, but that is about what Mitama expected. She lets out a silent sigh before glancing over at her companions. “At the very least this is time spent in good company. Or would be, if some would deign to share with us the decency of simple cordial company.”

@valkyrist

[gentlenekomata]

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"I first met Hilda during that strange event where we had to pretend to be a couple… I was so nervous, but she made it all feel like a game. We ended up being the perfect team—even escaped a giant golem together in a dungeon!" she remembered every moment they spent together: not a single time, she felt unease or at discomfort. She was a great company to the petite priestess.

"She’s clever, brave, and honestly… kind of dazzling. I trust her completely, and I’m so happy we met like that—even if it was a little silly!"

[gentlenekomata]

[ Street Crepe ]  - "Ooh! Sakura!" Hilda called her friend over with a frantic wave of the arm. Her other hand held a steaming plate of crepes; the stall had sold both savoury and sweet options, but Hilda had opted for one coated in a delicious layer of icing sugar.

"Have you tried this?" She spied that Sakura's brooch was much fuller than hers and decided to use the situation to her advantage. "I'll trade you a bite for one of your white feathers~"

As she heard the familiar voice, Sakura turned to meet the gaze of one of her favourite person in the monastery and the very first person who actually befriended her –Hilda. She waved a hand and she immediately reached her position just to notice a very delicious plate on the palm of her hand.

She was tempting her, but the request was very fair.

“Just one? I can give the whole amount of feathers for that delicacy!” Hilda definitely knew her sweet-tooth and she was capable enough to lure Sakura into her malicious trick. But, we all knew that it was fairly good for the event.

“Let’s do a fair trade: one white feather for one black feather” she noticed a little feather pocking from her pocket and so she waited, eyes fixated on the flavoury plate.