[ She has never been more relieved to hear the sound of someone digging. Over it she can still make out the troll's voice, and answers back a slightly more muffled, 'okay!' the best she can. (The possibility of being struck with a spade or some such thing causes her a momentary distraction as she automatically pictures it, then decides she really doesn't want to.) All the more aware that she probably ought to keep still now, Naminé resists the urge to scrape at the soil with her nails.
And eventually she does feel the ground shift. It just-- does it in an entirely unexpected kind of way that makes her startle, because that really didn't feel like someone digging from above. Her quiet squawk of surprise is buried under Terezi's, and no sooner has the troll finished yelling then her moirail calls back a concerned, ]
What's happening--?
[ Well, obviously there are clods being thrown, but why. ]
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And eventually she does feel the ground shift. It just-- does it in an entirely unexpected kind of way that makes her startle, because that really didn't feel like someone digging from above. Her quiet squawk of surprise is buried under Terezi's, and no sooner has the troll finished yelling then her moirail calls back a concerned, ]
What's happening--?
[ Well, obviously there are clods being thrown, but why. ]