[Handmaiden's method of searching is a little less frantic, but when it comes down to it... it's digging through a coffin-sized pile of sand for something that's like. Two inches long. She tries reaching out through the Force to see without her eyes, but if it's working, the hourglass isn't there.
She starts just spreading the sand out as thin as she can on the ground, both with her hands and with the Force, but it's still not revealing anything but more sand.]
It does not seem to be here.
[There's definite frustration in her voice. She's not surprised, but she wanted that hourglass. She's still not about to leave--she opens her belt-pouch but well, it already seems to be full of sand.]
I suppose this is all that can be investigated from this.
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She starts just spreading the sand out as thin as she can on the ground, both with her hands and with the Force, but it's still not revealing anything but more sand.]
It does not seem to be here.
[There's definite frustration in her voice. She's not surprised, but she wanted that hourglass. She's still not about to leave--she opens her belt-pouch but well, it already seems to be full of sand.]
I suppose this is all that can be investigated from this.