[voice]

[waitedinwinhill.livejournal.com]

[The voice on the network sounds very much like a moogle, not a person. There's some strange sounds, similar to what you'd expect to hear from a forest.]

We've got someone down, kupo! Looks like a Sky Person. She landed in the spring.


[A soft, tired, female voice breaks in behind the moogle's message.] Laguna? Please?

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[Voice]

[waitedinwinhill.livejournal.com]

[Another long silence. She doesn't believe that he's fine either.]

How old are you?

[Voice]

[tempest-lion.livejournal.com]

[He's not budging from that.]

...

Twenty-one.

[Voice]

[waitedinwinhill.livejournal.com]

[That's only four years younger than herself. She stares at the phone, watching its lines go blurry.

There's a small thud, then silence.

She's had enough stress for one day and fainted.]

[Voice]

[tempest-lion.livejournal.com]

[ !! ]

Hey...you alright? Where's Laguna when you need him?

[Voice]

[waitedinwinhill.livejournal.com]

[There's the rustle of something going on, which includes a conversation heavy on the kupo interjections and things like 'Is she dead?' and 'Dunk her in the spring!'

A good long while later, Raine's audible again, but at a distance.]

Where is Laguna? I'll be a grandmother before he gets here.

[Voice]

[tempest-lion.livejournal.com]

He had better not had gotten lost again. [It'll be just like that man to get lost at important times.]

[Voice]

[waitedinwinhill.livejournal.com]

[They know him too well.]

He probably has.