( with sunday taking charge, in a way, wanda is left to do one of the things she enjoys doing the most with her brother: following his lead. there's certainty in the way he confidently poses the plan, the way he explains how they will go and do and manage. nudged by her brother forward, wanda slips her hand out of his and moves over to hilde, who all but kisses the top of her head and brings her in for a hug. hilde has known them from the day they were born, so it stands to reason her affection is rather motherly.
it takes little coaxing to ask hilde for some snacks, for some food proper, once wanda's eyes catch onto things inside the ice box and on the counters. hilde never asks, she just plays along with the twins.
and, sure enough, between sunday and wanda, they manage a bag packed with enough snacks and food to last them... perhaps an afternoon, if they're careful and ration properly. a task that, undoubtedly, they've not had to do in their lives, so this might be too much of an ask. back to their secret passageway, and soon they're out toward the garden. wanda rushes toward the bushes to find the bag she had dropped, hitching it up on her shoulder as she rejoins her brother.
so far, so (suspiciously) good. )
Where to now?
( sunday is, after all, the expert in directions, considering his route through the secret passageway. )
[ By all accounts, the bag might as well be packed with days' worth of food by Sunday's estimation. It absolutely doesn't; it's the privilege of not having to know how beyond a theory and with that in mind, the supplies won't last nearly as long as their plan to leave ("leave" as it'll actually be) intends to be.
But: it's an important part of today's plan either way and with the supplies in hand and with a kiss to Hilde's cheek for her thoughtfulness and that assurance she won't say a word, off the twins go. Oblivious, possibly, to the fond looks they get on their way out and maybe a quiet bet or two regarding when they'll be back.
Outside in the air and as Wanda retrieves her other bag, the possibilities of what to do from here seem limitless. The castle grounds sprawl on and one so they'll have to walk quite a ways, and Sunday reaches for his sister's hand to pull her along. ]
Let's just see where the path takes us.
[ The path in question is one leading to the extensive gardens, ones with all sorts of hedges and walls they can duck behind if someone else is out here enjoying the sunshine and might want to mention they've seen the twins on their way out. On the other side of the gardens closer to the start of the woods is a treehouse they once favored as younger children and still stands when their parents couldn't quite ever commit to taking it down. They can say goodbye to it, too.
That's Sunday's thought, given he's not looking up at the sky to see what while it's sunny now, there's a suspicious number of rainclouds gathering on the horizon. ]
( the path takes them ever onward down a familiar road within the confines of the expertly-cared for gardens. the twins knows but aren't necessarily aware that there are well-patrolled borders at the length of the castle's lands. for them, getting to go down the gardens and towards the woods has always spelled a fun kind of freedom.
wanda's expression brightens when she realizes where sunday's steering leads them, and she's the first to break into a run to greet the old, stalwart tree that has been witness to many of their playdates and adventures. a ladder lingers to the side, made of rope and hardy wood, ever inviting. )
Old Wildspur!
( yes, they've given the trees names. their father, the king, is a man of the land, beholden to the earth, its people, and its many troubles. their mother, however, comes from a group of peoples that live under the stars, without need for roof or hearth, where every living creature has a name and a spirit and essence. their union had been a fortuitous one, in wanting to bridge the growing gap between both cultures. it's why sunday's silver hair and golden eyes are not entirely surprising, as many in their mother's family bore hair of silver starlight and eyes unusually colored; though wanda took after their father in these aspects, her features were delicate, much resembling their mother's traits. the twins held fast to the loving connection her mother's people kept with the natural world. sometimes in whispers, sometimes in song, it was many a time that the twins would claim to 'hear' the trees talking.
there's fondness in wanda as she lightly passes the palm of her hand over the old tree's bark. )
If only we could take you along.
( she says, a little sadly, and the tree's leaves rustle, almost in response. a warning, perhaps, too, as heavy droplets of rain start to fall on the ground, threatening the arrival of plenty more. )
[ Perhaps it's no surprise at all that on their path away from the castle and into the woods where they've spent so much time after the years that their first destination is an old friend. The tree which has watched over so much on mornings, afternoons, or other evenings when they've crept away from obligations to find a sliver of peace.
It's fitting, then, there's an actual goodbye to be had here and that it goes to the tree. In response to what's said, the branches almost dip lower like a parent or grandparent's arms going to encircle a beloved child like Wanda's sadness has touched it. Others might say it's an illusion, a trick of the wind or simply gravity settling the world a little further - but the twins know better, don't they? ]
You'll tell the other trees where we've gone, won't you?
[ A network of rustling leaves and tree limbs reaching for each other the intertwined canopy above them that's also keeping the rain from immediately falling onto them where raindrop after raindrop falls and slowly picks up speed. Sunday's focus isn't on the impending weather either when he also places a hand to the bark which feels alive beyond anything else and it rumbles in response. Doesn't it?
Then again, thunder rolls above them and startles Sunday into finally looking up in time with rain sliding off of the leaves sheltering them to fall directly onto his face. ]
Come on, Wanda. We need to go to the treehouse.
[ The roof on it is still whole even after all these years, secretly maintained by castle staff who know the twins find their way there often enough to need it and with what care the siblings have provided themselves, too. This goodbye to Old Wildspur is far from being complete as he murmurs an apology; they'll come back to finish it before they really leave and aren't in danger of being soaked by the rainstorm. ]
( despite their best efforts, wanda and sunday will get soaked. they manage to track their way to the familiar tree that holds aloft their treehouse in its sturdy branches, and a quick climbs has them reaching up and into the protective roof of their childhood playroom. wanda climbs up after sunday, her brother helping her up on the last spurt upward. they close the hatch, and wanda drops her bags.
looking a little sullen at having being soaked, she heads towards the trunk where many of their clothes and towels and other linen had been kept (and constantly freshened up by the castle staff in charge). she manages to find a towel for herself and her brother, coming back to him to give him his own—a pastel blue one with an 's' embroidered delicately by hand on a corner. )
It's so stuffy in here.
( part of the role of the staff keeping up maintenance is to keep the treehouse feel like it hasn't been used for as long as the twins haven't been in it, for the sake of 'realism'. oh, how carefully curtailed their whole lives have been. wanda sits herself down on a hammock chair, drying her hair, legs hanging as she swings lightly back and forth. )
The west wind shouldn't be blowing storms this way this time of the year.
( and yet, it's a cacophony of heavy rain outside, a blistering sound above them. )
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it takes little coaxing to ask hilde for some snacks, for some food proper, once wanda's eyes catch onto things inside the ice box and on the counters. hilde never asks, she just plays along with the twins.
and, sure enough, between sunday and wanda, they manage a bag packed with enough snacks and food to last them... perhaps an afternoon, if they're careful and ration properly. a task that, undoubtedly, they've not had to do in their lives, so this might be too much of an ask. back to their secret passageway, and soon they're out toward the garden. wanda rushes toward the bushes to find the bag she had dropped, hitching it up on her shoulder as she rejoins her brother.
so far, so (suspiciously) good. )
Where to now?
( sunday is, after all, the expert in directions, considering his route through the secret passageway. )
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But: it's an important part of today's plan either way and with the supplies in hand and with a kiss to Hilde's cheek for her thoughtfulness and that assurance she won't say a word, off the twins go. Oblivious, possibly, to the fond looks they get on their way out and maybe a quiet bet or two regarding when they'll be back.
Outside in the air and as Wanda retrieves her other bag, the possibilities of what to do from here seem limitless. The castle grounds sprawl on and one so they'll have to walk quite a ways, and Sunday reaches for his sister's hand to pull her along. ]
Let's just see where the path takes us.
[ The path in question is one leading to the extensive gardens, ones with all sorts of hedges and walls they can duck behind if someone else is out here enjoying the sunshine and might want to mention they've seen the twins on their way out. On the other side of the gardens closer to the start of the woods is a treehouse they once favored as younger children and still stands when their parents couldn't quite ever commit to taking it down. They can say goodbye to it, too.
That's Sunday's thought, given he's not looking up at the sky to see what while it's sunny now, there's a suspicious number of rainclouds gathering on the horizon. ]
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wanda's expression brightens when she realizes where sunday's steering leads them, and she's the first to break into a run to greet the old, stalwart tree that has been witness to many of their playdates and adventures. a ladder lingers to the side, made of rope and hardy wood, ever inviting. )
Old Wildspur!
( yes, they've given the trees names. their father, the king, is a man of the land, beholden to the earth, its people, and its many troubles. their mother, however, comes from a group of peoples that live under the stars, without need for roof or hearth, where every living creature has a name and a spirit and essence. their union had been a fortuitous one, in wanting to bridge the growing gap between both cultures. it's why sunday's silver hair and golden eyes are not entirely surprising, as many in their mother's family bore hair of silver starlight and eyes unusually colored; though wanda took after their father in these aspects, her features were delicate, much resembling their mother's traits. the twins held fast to the loving connection her mother's people kept with the natural world. sometimes in whispers, sometimes in song, it was many a time that the twins would claim to 'hear' the trees talking.
there's fondness in wanda as she lightly passes the palm of her hand over the old tree's bark. )
If only we could take you along.
( she says, a little sadly, and the tree's leaves rustle, almost in response. a warning, perhaps, too, as heavy droplets of rain start to fall on the ground, threatening the arrival of plenty more. )
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It's fitting, then, there's an actual goodbye to be had here and that it goes to the tree. In response to what's said, the branches almost dip lower like a parent or grandparent's arms going to encircle a beloved child like Wanda's sadness has touched it. Others might say it's an illusion, a trick of the wind or simply gravity settling the world a little further - but the twins know better, don't they? ]
You'll tell the other trees where we've gone, won't you?
[ A network of rustling leaves and tree limbs reaching for each other the intertwined canopy above them that's also keeping the rain from immediately falling onto them where raindrop after raindrop falls and slowly picks up speed. Sunday's focus isn't on the impending weather either when he also places a hand to the bark which feels alive beyond anything else and it rumbles in response. Doesn't it?
Then again, thunder rolls above them and startles Sunday into finally looking up in time with rain sliding off of the leaves sheltering them to fall directly onto his face. ]
Come on, Wanda. We need to go to the treehouse.
[ The roof on it is still whole even after all these years, secretly maintained by castle staff who know the twins find their way there often enough to need it and with what care the siblings have provided themselves, too. This goodbye to Old Wildspur is far from being complete as he murmurs an apology; they'll come back to finish it before they really leave and aren't in danger of being soaked by the rainstorm. ]
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looking a little sullen at having being soaked, she heads towards the trunk where many of their clothes and towels and other linen had been kept (and constantly freshened up by the castle staff in charge). she manages to find a towel for herself and her brother, coming back to him to give him his own—a pastel blue one with an 's' embroidered delicately by hand on a corner. )
It's so stuffy in here.
( part of the role of the staff keeping up maintenance is to keep the treehouse feel like it hasn't been used for as long as the twins haven't been in it, for the sake of 'realism'. oh, how carefully curtailed their whole lives have been. wanda sits herself down on a hammock chair, drying her hair, legs hanging as she swings lightly back and forth. )
The west wind shouldn't be blowing storms this way this time of the year.
( and yet, it's a cacophony of heavy rain outside, a blistering sound above them. )