[ Perhaps later Naminé will be grateful for Terezi's imagination, if it really played any part in this. At the moment, though, the blonde's straining ears are able to pick out only fragments of deadened sound. It feels an awful lot like her name was in there, but it hardly matters; the general sound of the voice in question is enough to tip Naminé off as to its owner. ]
Down here! [ she calls, only a tiny bit shrill as she tries to calm herself with the idea that it won't be long before she's found, before she can move again. Her arms try to shift, to scrape some of the dirt away or push it up, something-- but it's frustratingly futile and it gives her voice a little more volume when she yells out again, ]
I'm here!
[ Sheer force of will is the only thing that has prevented her from panicking thus far, but the promise of her moirail's assistance is the necessary buffer to prolong that strength. ]
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Down here! [ she calls, only a tiny bit shrill as she tries to calm herself with the idea that it won't be long before she's found, before she can move again. Her arms try to shift, to scrape some of the dirt away or push it up, something-- but it's frustratingly futile and it gives her voice a little more volume when she yells out again, ]
I'm here!
[ Sheer force of will is the only thing that has prevented her from panicking thus far, but the promise of her moirail's assistance is the necessary buffer to prolong that strength. ]