[ The war is over and she is an outcast to her kind; blood has been spilled, countless Gems have been destroyed and corrupted, and all that's left of her army is a field full of weapons and two of her most loyal, noble equals and friends.
Her body does not feel weak and she still has hope, but she still finds herself feeling what the humans describe as 'weary.' She doesn't quite know if what she's done is right or not, but she hopes that it will start something wonderful. Moss grows around her feet, consuming the land like a fungus, yet she cannot help but admire how beautiful it truly it. It feels soft against her toes; it serves as a reminder that protecting everything on this Earth is what she's dreamed and she's done just that. Now humans and Gems can live together, even if there's only a few of her kind left. That doesn't stop her from thinking of how much there is to see, to learn, to give, to show.
She decides to think about these things later, after everything is settled with and the final preparations have been made. For now, she revels that it's time for a celebration — one to honor those lost in battle and one for hopes of the future.
And at the thought of future a particular Gem comes to the forefront of her mind.
Pearl.
She feels the need to find her right away; it's an urgent situation that she can't put behind. There are many things that need to be done, but right now the one thing at the top of her list is her. Her heart remembers the promise they made, the night that served meaning to so much of their plans, and the hope that maybe someday, somehow, they could be together without fearing the consequences of the Homeworld.
Rose feels free; she feels calm knowing that the Gem is safe, that she's been so strong throughout all of this, and Rose feels as if she has to embrace her as hard as she can, showing her the love and affection she's been holding back for so long.
As she begins to turn around, she notices that the Gem is already there. ]
[ The earth is so beautiful; the soil is fresh, the smells are so clear, and — despite its simplicity — tells a story through every rock, every tree, and every blossom. It fascinates her that humankind can be so simple and yet so complex, it's why she loves them so very much.
She stands upon a hill, looking up toward the tree that looms before them. It's branches are heavy with flora smiling down upon them, each and every one with a story of how it faded away in the fall, froze in the winter, and bloomed once again in the summer. The wind gently guides them back and forth as they tightly latch onto their respective stems; she smiles upward at it. ]
Isn't this world fascinating, Pearl? Everything fades away and then returns with such vigor...
[ The tone of her voice reflects the wonder in her eyes; this world isn't overrun by technology. It doesn't hold an advancement far greater than themselves. The inhabitants revel in their simplicity, making an effort to live their lives instead of fighting for them.
Rose's lips curl into a smile even more as she turns to look at Pearl expectantly. ]
