[ With her message complete, Garnet sets the tablet aside, gently shifting the bottle of pills between her hands and listening to its contents roll. The nightly lock-down will be happening soon, according to an alert on the device, warning to seek shelter indoors. She thinks of the snowdrifts outside that seem bottomless, the way the wind makes the cold bite clean to the bone, and hopes everyone will make it indoors tonight.
Garnet is not expecting her tablet to go off with a notification now. She's lost in thought, and dubious that her message even reached anyone. How could it, in such a lonely place? So when it does, the sound is flat out startling. Her gloomy train of thought derailed, she quickly sets aside the medicine (it wobbles in place like a top but she doesn't stop to right it) to snatch her tablet up.
Her heart leaps into her throat at the sight of the username before she can think why. Frantic, her fingers are clumsy as they scramble to pull the reply up. It can't be. It just can't.
Years of etiquette drilled into her by governesses and her mother alike mean Garnet had the foresight to raise a hand to her mouth, which catches the utterly choked sound she makes a moment later, breath hot against her palm. ]
Freya?! Freya!! [ Though it takes her another second to find her voice, Garnet is practically shouting now, unable to help herself. ]
Where did...? Oh, Freya, are you really there? [ There's an almost childish longing pinned to her voice as she pores over the screen of her tablet, desperate for some sign that she wasn't imagining things. In the moment, she forgets everything, the bitter cold, the medicine, even the unflattering angle the camera is capturing her at, all for the sudden hope that she isn't on her own anymore. ]
SORRY ABOUT THE WAIT
Garnet is not expecting her tablet to go off with a notification now. She's lost in thought, and dubious that her message even reached anyone. How could it, in such a lonely place? So when it does, the sound is flat out startling. Her gloomy train of thought derailed, she quickly sets aside the medicine (it wobbles in place like a top but she doesn't stop to right it) to snatch her tablet up.
Her heart leaps into her throat at the sight of the username before she can think why. Frantic, her fingers are clumsy as they scramble to pull the reply up. It can't be. It just can't.
Years of etiquette drilled into her by governesses and her mother alike mean Garnet had the foresight to raise a hand to her mouth, which catches the utterly choked sound she makes a moment later, breath hot against her palm. ]
Freya?! Freya!! [ Though it takes her another second to find her voice, Garnet is practically shouting now, unable to help herself. ]
Where did...? Oh, Freya, are you really there? [ There's an almost childish longing pinned to her voice as she pores over the screen of her tablet, desperate for some sign that she wasn't imagining things. In the moment, she forgets everything, the bitter cold, the medicine, even the unflattering angle the camera is capturing her at, all for the sudden hope that she isn't on her own anymore. ]