[ The grip around Petra's hand tightens as they face the alley that she and Blake had chosen to cut through the night prior. Looking at it now in the daylight Hilda realizes how silly it had been. Choosing to walk through a narrow alley like that, to put themselves at that kind of disadvantage was a rookie mistake, especially when they knew that people were being taken. What makes it worse is that she knows what she had done wrong.
She shouldn't have gotten so caught up in wanting to get back to the Sarstina for a cup of tea. She should have suggested the long way back instead of letting them cut through here. The mind works in funny ways though. Her self-imposed criticisms screams at her in her mind but that doesn't stop her from seeing something strange in the alley. Or perhaps it's the absence of something. She blinks, once, twice before realizing — ]
You can't tell there was a fight here at all.
[ She tugs Petra along certain that there should be blood here, a scrap of robe left behind — something. But there's nothing at least nothing that's obvious. Her chest constricts. ]
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She shouldn't have gotten so caught up in wanting to get back to the Sarstina for a cup of tea. She should have suggested the long way back instead of letting them cut through here. The mind works in funny ways though. Her self-imposed criticisms screams at her in her mind but that doesn't stop her from seeing something strange in the alley. Or perhaps it's the absence of something. She blinks, once, twice before realizing — ]
You can't tell there was a fight here at all.
[ She tugs Petra along certain that there should be blood here, a scrap of robe left behind — something. But there's nothing at least nothing that's obvious. Her chest constricts. ]
Petra. There's nothing here.