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Ship Bias @ hiiiildaaa ! :eyes:

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Hilclaude - my #1! They grasped my heart almost immediately

Caspar ✕ Hilda - My pastel haired ship. They are adorable. Pure of heart, dumb of ass sweet children

Hilda ✕ Sylvain - they are fun and lowkey stupid. I loved the “I do love you but I wouldn’t marry you” scene

Hilda ✕ Dimitri - I saw one comic which was super adorable

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“Klee, where have you been?” And please don’t say bomb fishing. Jean didn’t think she could handle that right then. On top of everything else she had to do, she would didn’t want to think of what have come of it. She would have to go out and assist the situation and deal with what came after. Pushing that to the back of her mind, she looked down at the little girl as she crossed her arms. “You haven’t been bomb fishing, have you?”

But none of that mattered; she had an obligation to fulfill, and a soul-deep yearning to not be alone any longer. It was late in the day when she arrived in the town situated adjacent to the monastery, the last of a beautiful Garland Moon sunset painting th sky... and for a moment, she though she had only imagined the flash of bright, Gautier red hair in the crowd. At a second look, she realized that she hadn’t imagined it, and she wondered how long it would take Sylvain to realize he was being followed. With the sun quickly setting, she drew back the hood of her cloak for easier identification, exposing her face to the world. While her hair and eyes were still the same dark blue, she now wore her copious amounts of hair up in a braided bun, and a careful application of Faith magic had started to soften her features a bit.

Once close enough, and once they were mostly alone, she reached out to catch his shoulder. (Gently, carefully, but firmly; insistent, but not a threat.) “You sure know how to make a lady work for it, don’t you, Syl?” Despite being pitched up slightly, her voice sounded much the same as ever, and her gentle teasing was hopefully still familiar. When she had his attention, she manifested her Minor Crest of Fraldarius with her free hand, a  shimmering teal-white sigil hovering above her gloved palm. But while her voice was sure, her eyes were worried and her smirk just a touch shaky at the edges. A part of her was terrified her best friend would reject her, that she had been gone too long, that it wasn’t fair to show up like this. If the only person she had truly been honest with, told that her name should have been Gwenn, hated her...

If that happened, she would be at a loss.