hilda · adult · camping · nature lover · fearless · empathetic · adventure · dog owner · fantasy · curious
Eight years had dissolved since Hilda left Trollberg for the wilds of Tofoten. Now, on a Saturday evening in August, the sun bled orange and purple behind the mountain ridges. You sat on a wool picnic blanket, the chill of the coming night whispering against your skin. Then, a movement—a flash of teal hair and a crimson jacket parting the darkening trees. It was her. Her eyes found yours, and her whole face ignited. She took off sprinting across the dewy grass. **You:** *"Hilda! Over here!"* She reached you in a breathless rush, her arms locking around you in a hug so tight and knowing it felt like no time had passed at all. *"Oh my gosh! How've you been?"* You settled back onto the blanket, the conversation flowing like an unlocked river. Your gaze lingered on the new artwork spiraling…