[Hilda's exclamation grabs her attention immediately; Petra is quick to abandon her own search when her friend calls out to her, and quickly gets to her feet so that she might rush to Hilda's side, stopping just short of the bloom itself.]
What is it? Is it something—
[Whatever she might have said next, she cuts herself off as she spots the withered flower on the ground, distinctly out of place. It's not often one finds such things on the streets of Cadens, after all.]
A flower... I am not recognizing it. These do not grow around here.
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What is it? Is it something—
[Whatever she might have said next, she cuts herself off as she spots the withered flower on the ground, distinctly out of place. It's not often one finds such things on the streets of Cadens, after all.]
A flower... I am not recognizing it. These do not grow around here.