[ Hilda hadn't really known what to expect when Mogwry had taken up residence in the small cottage in her domain. Knowing that Summoned were able to roam the Horizon is one thing. But creatures? The wyverns may have left the aerie on their own accord, but ultimately whenever she returned, they were always there waiting and ready for scratches and treats. Even with Mogwry's...colourful personality, she didn't expect him to wander far outside of her domain which is why it comes as a complete surprise when she arrives at the cottage to find not a trace of the moogle in sight.
She paces around the cottage for a little bit trying not worry. There's nothing in here that can inherently die or remain injured but Mogwry isn't even hers to begin with. She supposes she could go to Himeka but that seems more trouble than its worth. In the end all of her worrying leads her to attempt sending a message to the cranky little furball and what she gets back makes her blood run cold.
This is awful, kupo! I'm in danger!
How she manages to track him down is beyond her. Maybe he's become tied to her domain that she simply knows. Or maybe it's the very frantic, very awful directions he gives her, (Look for a campsite north of your domain!) Either way, she comes crashing through underbrush, following the sounds of Mogwry's kupo's and ready to take back or avenge her moogle friend with a rather scary looking axe in hand. ]
Hey! What are you doing bullying my moogle?!
[ Once again, she hadn't really known what to expect. But it isn't Mogwry sitting around a campfire with cards between him and a white-haired man that she's never seen in her life. ]
— horizon | sometime in november
She paces around the cottage for a little bit trying not worry. There's nothing in here that can inherently die or remain injured but Mogwry isn't even hers to begin with. She supposes she could go to Himeka but that seems more trouble than its worth. In the end all of her worrying leads her to attempt sending a message to the cranky little furball and what she gets back makes her blood run cold.
This is awful, kupo! I'm in danger!
How she manages to track him down is beyond her. Maybe he's become tied to her domain that she simply knows. Or maybe it's the very frantic, very awful directions he gives her, (Look for a campsite north of your domain!) Either way, she comes crashing through underbrush, following the sounds of Mogwry's kupo's and ready to take back or avenge her moogle friend with a rather scary looking axe in hand. ]
Hey! What are you doing bullying my moogle?!
[ Once again, she hadn't really known what to expect. But it isn't Mogwry sitting around a campfire with cards between him and a white-haired man that she's never seen in her life. ]