Amaya's Voicemail.

[special_rabbit]

"Hey, there. I guess the thing is to make a greeting for this little device that lets you know you've reached the phone of Amaya Blackstone, and you can leave a message for me here, and that I promise not to take apart this one like I have the past three. I haven't figured out how to get them back up and running yet, but I will, you mark my words. This one, I'll not tinker with. Apparently it's important. So rest assured, you can reach me here, and I'll try to get back. I mean, I suppose it's more efficient than a letter, but it's still a little strange..."

*CLICK!*

Comments

[special_rabbit]

It was well-placed trust, too, because the photo was indeed deleted as soon as she saw it. After all, she'd have expected Seivarden to do the same for her.

But that didn't mean this was proof enough. She was trying, after all, to make sure she had some sort of tangible goal as distraction, if needed.

Sorry, Captain. No coconuts, no deal.

[1000yearstoolate]

A while later Amaya got another text:

Sorry, didn't find any. Up for class research tomorrow?

Because she really needed a good entertainment, even if it was just explosions.

[special_rabbit]

Amaya thought about telling Seivarden that what she needed to research was clearly her silly-drink finding ability, but didn't.

That...

Yes, she was attempting a dramatic pause in text. Blame Summer.

....sound like an excellent idea. Count me in.