[ There are few instances when Hilda willingly crawls on the ground, but she has no choice here. She tells herself it's ridiculous to crouch and shuffle along the ground, but she is nothing but determined to find evidence of Blake's kidnapping. The shake in her voice is held at bay for the time being in an attempt to steel herself for Petra. For Blake. ]
It had to be magic if they didn't leave anything behind.
[ Faintly she realizes that they must look like a sight to anyone that might notice them from the apartments or the entrance of the alleyway, but for once Hilda doesn't care even though the apples of her cheeks are flushed and pink. She's meticulous as she turns over each edge of the alleyway and that's when she spots it - a withered bloom half hidden in the shadows. She rushes over — ]
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It had to be magic if they didn't leave anything behind.
[ Faintly she realizes that they must look like a sight to anyone that might notice them from the apartments or the entrance of the alleyway, but for once Hilda doesn't care even though the apples of her cheeks are flushed and pink. She's meticulous as she turns over each edge of the alleyway and that's when she spots it - a withered bloom half hidden in the shadows. She rushes over — ]
Petra! Petra, I found something.