Before you, Rosa, there was another illustrious trainer. One I also happened to grow up with to see her growth.
You kind of remind me of her…
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Being even close to home was a feat for someone like Hilda. While she missed her friends- and more importantly, her mother - it felt like backtracking in her personal quest, going all the way back to Nuvema Town.
There were too many missed calls and texts left read than Hilda could count. It wasn’t intentional, but she did feel branded with being a bad friend and the guilt of not keeping in contact piles up quick. Eventually she stopped reading those messages altogether.
Eventually, it all caught up to her. Hearing her mother sniffling back tears over voicemail had Hilda up in the sky without a second thought.
Publicity for being the youngest champion had been inspiring only at the start; it got old fast. No matter which town she went, in Unova it was more common not to be noticed. Hilda found herself having to remind others of the fearsome Iris now holding the title, and hoped that’d be enough to get trainers off her tail and out of her business.
Luckily enough, today was one of those uncommon days. It felt strange arriving in Aspertia, or this had been the longest she’d ever been away. Hilda’s mother even had a hard time recognizing her despite wearing very similar torn-up shorts from way back when.
After spending some quality - and highly necessary - time with her mother, Hilda thought she might as well visit her two closest friends. Not giving them any notice had been the wrong move on her end, though, as she soon found Cheren and Bianca to be busy elsewhere.
“What a waste,” she grumbles, pausing in her walk to admire the calmness of the lake on Route 19. A few water pokemon could be seen beneath the surface and the pouting trainer watches them with bitter patience. Funny I’m always the one not to answer... Guess this is how they feel.
“H-Hey, you! Umm... Hilda, isn’t it?”
A woman she guessed to be around her age, if not younger, stood before her. From attire alone Hilda guessed the stranger to be a trainer, most likely a fan and she definitely wasn’t in the mood to buddy up with anyone other than her friends right now.
Frowning, Hilda slid her hands in the back pockets of her shorts, unintentionally sending off a defensive stature.
“Yeah, that’s me” she states with a bit more attitude than necessary, though it was hardly anything the trainer had done to receive such a response from Hilda. Anyone close would understand she had a problem taking out her frustration on others, though it often rubbed strangers the wrong way. It was highly likely this one wouldn’t be any different.
okay I know I didn’t even post a thing for lyra but hilda is my best girl and I love her and I had to snag her when she became available I’m so sorry johto muses;;
dei! is! here! bringing hilda back blows dust off from years and years ago, and while nobody she was threading with is still here I’m very excited to have hilda active again ; v ;
I’ll be sending messages to all the unovian babies but if you’d like to thread with this young lady then please like this post u v u *
also it’s been quite a while since I’ve played bw/bw2 so I apologize in advance;;
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