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I was playing the Oregan Trail (it's an online game about the Oregan trail) and me being the nerd I am, I named the charecters after Steven Universe.

Then, I thought, wouldn't it be cool if the gems actually helped humans across the trail.

Wait... No...

What if they WERE the humans across the trail!

*ALSO IMPORTANT*

Regular text is the story

Italics is Pearls Journal

Also writing in old-timey speak is really fun/hard.

:)

The hot April sun beat down on Missouri, warming the air to a point of discomfort for its inhabitants. The year was 1843, a time when the hype to venture West had caught the eye of the Universe family. Many of their friends and relatives had chosen to journey the trail, and few had complained about the destination that waited at the end.

"There are many an opportunity for work on the western coast." Garnet leaned back in her chair, the two front legs off the floor. She looked across the table to Pearl, pressing for an answer with her eyes. She scrunched up her nose in an attempt to push her glasses up, which Amethyst found quite funny to steal and laugh at Garnet trying to find them when she was practically blind.

The tall girl sported a pair of basic black pants, brown boots and uncomfortably warm socks that Peatl had knitted. A worn leather jacket covered her shoulders, hiding the formerly white button up shirt that had now turned grey. Her hair had been tied back in a loose ponytail, though her curls could hardly be contained.

Garnet cleared her throat, reminding Pearl that she expected an answer sometime this century.

"Correct, but how shall we venture?" Pearl answered almost unsurely. Her sing-song voice matched her outfit to perfection, which consisted of a loose blouse, tucked into a long, flowing blue shirt that just touched her ankles. On her feet she wore a basic pair of black flats, thin white socks underneath that.

She crossed her arms worrily, glaring at Garnet, who calmly responded. "Do we not have a wagon and oxen?" The taller woman adjusted her thick glasses, fixing them from sliding down her nose (which they had an awful habit of doing). Pearl worried her lip between her teeth, tapping her toe on the old wooden floors.

"Oh nigh, Pearl, there is not anything for us here." Amethyst added into the conversation, an elbow on the table and her head resting in the palm of her hand. She got reassuring nods from both Peridot and Lapis, also listening to the debate. Pearl grumbled, obviously outnumbered. Though she had thought of trying to argue her way out, she knew there wasn't any hope. "Oh blasphemy, fine by me. Yet pack wisely and thoroughly. Winter hast been known to strike fast and hither."

Garnet gave one final smug nod before leaning back even further in her chair. Maybe a little bit too far. The back legs of the chair skidded forward, scraping the wooden floors and sending the chair flying forward. "AUGH!" Garnet tumbled backward, landing square on her back. The house eroupted in laughter, from all but one.

"How many a time must I tell you not to lean back in your chair?" Pearl giggled, reaching a hand to help Garnet up, who groaned and accepted it. Getting to her feet, she shot a glare at Amethyst and Steven, who tried to muffle their laughter. "Tis eight o'clock, time for you to rest in bed."

The younger of the group left giggling, off to wash their faces and change into nightgowns before they went to sleep, leaving Pearl and Garnet alone. "If you are making I leave for Oregon country, we'd best be planning out this embarkment." She walked to the cupboards, pulling out a small stack of paper and a set of quills.

Pearl pulled out a chair, sitting down and setting her supplies in front of her on the worn wooden table. "We shall need remember to plan our route." She started, pulling a piece of paper from her pile. "Need not." Garnet took a seat, grabbing her paper and dipping a quill in the inkwell. "The route is laid out already. This a trail, one way only to go. We shall just need to pack supplies."

Pearl worried her lip between her teeth, drumming her fingers against the table. "Yes, though-" Garnet put a finger to the smaller girls lips. "Trust in I." She said, getting back to listing supplies that they'd need for the journey. She brought her finger down, pushing up her glasses for the millionth time that day. "Is it that you do not care for the importance of this embarkment?" Pearl said as her face heated up. Garnet looked in her direction.

"No." Garnet responded, as the list was taken from her. "Let us get back to the task at hand." In neat writing, Pearl wrote at the top of the page: Supplies for Oregon. Garnet took a quill of her own, scribbling something down on the pace in her messy handwriting: A map. She smiled from the scowl she got from Pearl, who groaned. "This time is to be serious!" She snapped at Garnet. "All in good fun." Garnet laughed. "Though yes, time to work."

The two sat at the table, papers scattered among dishes of ink and quills. "Shall need a thousand pounds food, proper winters clothing, spare parts, yet how will it fit in the wagon?" Pearl added the items to a list, dipping her quill in an ink well. "I am not positive, yet we can purchase supplies along the way, as forts and towns do draw near the trail."

A blob of ink dropped from Pearls quill, square on the centre of Pearls list. The slender girl sighed, resting her quill in the bottle of ink. "What shall we do? If we do chose to hither and stay, you cannot find work. Though we leave and we risk loosing all that have labour for. How do we leave this house; our home?"

Garnet stopped for a moment to think.

"Shall wait and see. All may become clearer in the morning. Best be that you rest as well."