[It's about mid-afternoon or so on the 9th of April when Vanyel's sending-stone activates, briefly, and shines deep blue. Huh. Someone's reaching out!
Unfortunately for him, what he hears isn't the happy cadence of a friend, or even the slight longing that she'd had in her voice since this whole brooding things started.
No, the voice that comes from the stone is something that he's not heard from her before. Not that playful drawl, or longing, or even some anxious nerves.]
...Vanyel? It's...Nephenee. Ah...Ah need...C-Can ya come to my house, please? S-Soon? Please?
[No. This is fear. Her voice strained, scattered, and far jumpier than any stammer he's heard from her.
And that's all of the message, before it cuts out.]
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[Voice, as part of their log after the Death Debacle]
Date: 2025-04-18 08:29 am (UTC)Unfortunately for him, what he hears isn't the happy cadence of a friend, or even the slight longing that she'd had in her voice since this whole brooding things started.
No, the voice that comes from the stone is something that he's not heard from her before. Not that playful drawl, or longing, or even some anxious nerves.]
...Vanyel? It's...Nephenee. Ah...Ah need...C-Can ya come to my house, please? S-Soon? Please?
[No. This is fear. Her voice strained, scattered, and far jumpier than any stammer he's heard from her.
And that's all of the message, before it cuts out.]