[While she's yelling at space and time for dropping her here, Amethyst... might just hear the scrapping cloth-on-stone sound of someone or something else coming from a different (taller) hole.
Until a young man with a mop of old-man-gray hair flops out of it, face first onto the ground]
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Until a young man with a mop of old-man-gray hair flops out of it, face first onto the ground]
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