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ABRAXAS HORIZON INFO ART CREDIT CODING

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[theidlemaiden]

( week two, sent after petra and hilda come back from the desert hills )

𝘐’𝘮 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘵. 𝘗𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘣𝘦 𝘰𝘬𝘢𝘺. 𝘞𝘦’𝘳𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘳𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘰𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘴 𝘸𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘯.

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[godshattering]

[ When this message comes through, Claude is certain he's hallucinating until he stares at it long enough. He's figured out by now that some of what he's seeing isn't real thanks to all the illusions around them, but Hilda's handwriting? It is. She must be alright, then, and that's a relief. It's enough for him to swallow a lump in his throat, but at least it helps him focus.

A response comes, but it takes a while. ]

A̴̰͎͕̯̭̝̓̾̇͘̚n̴̛̤̈́̏̓͊d̴̤̣͈̱̮̱͙͋͗̄̈́ ̶̧̦̋̃͗͜͠ͅh̷̨̒́̂́̉̕ere̸͌ͅ ̴͖͆I̵̺͂ thought ý̴͎ō̸̬̃̏u̸̯͔̩͆́ ̴̰̰̖̹͑̈́͑̔ẁ̶̳ė̴̲̲͙̙̚r̴͖̗̐e̵͉̟̲̦͂ ̶͇̹̰̉̏̄͠j̴̙̜̑ust ignorin̴g̴ ̷m̵e̴ ̴a̴l̵l̵ this tì̶̯̲m̷̳͌̈e̵̯̔͌̒.̷̘̰̠̇̄

[ It is lost on him that Hilda likely thinks the same about him even if he's figured out the messages he's tried to send before haven't gone through. ]

I d̴̨̨͚̉̇̈ö̶̗̬̹̎n̵͒͐ͅ'̶̭̬̋͝t̵̟̊͜ ̵̡͇̋ͅh̷̢̺̜̀̅á̵͇̜̂v̷̙̱̣̔è̷͎͚͚ ̶̛͈́t̷̜̜̣̿̆͝h̶̨̫͗e̶͎͙̟̽͊ ̴͉͕͚̀slightest idea ó̸̹̞̤̱̭f̸̡̳̟̗̯͋̈́̐ ̷͓̆̓͝where we are. But ̷̮̈͛̈́͌̑́̆Ş̸͈̻̒̈̾̔y̵̝̹̣̟̏͗͋̂͝l̴̳̣̯̩̓͂̿̚͠ͅṿ̴͇̟̰̘̗͎̽̇͑́ȧ̷͓͓ͅį̷͉̲̹͚̲̎̅n̵̛̥͈͙̄͋̄̚'̶̡͈̠̥̻̝̤̑̓ş̶̢̧̧͎̹̌̉̀̉̍ here with me, and we're g̷̨̽ó̵̢ȋ̷̫ṋ̵͝g̷͖̿ ̸̼̓t̴̯́ỏ̵̥ ̴̝͌b̷͙̚e okay, alŗ̷̩͒͠ḯ̸̧͎̫̳̈͜g̸̉͜h̴̜̫̞̑̈́t̴̹͂?̶̘̮̯̏͐́͛͜

[theidlemaiden]

[ Her heart leaps into her throat when she sees Claude’s handwriting and if she’s beside Petra (because she probably is, she’s rarely left her side since this whole ordeal started), she’ll grip onto her hand. At least she thinks it’s his handwriting. It has the same garbled, marred quality that Sylvain’s had and a trickle of anger rips through her relief.

They’ll find who did this.

She pieces together what she can, the “okay” ironically enough coming through clear as day. ]

𝘐𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶’𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶’𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘬𝘢𝘺 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶’𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘬𝘢𝘺, 𝘺𝘰𝘶’𝘳𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘶𝘳𝘵 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘮𝘦.

𝘗𝘦𝘵𝘳𝘢 𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘪𝘤𝘬! 𝘐’𝘷𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴.

[ And herself? It’s easier to say she’s mad than cause more worry. ]