There was a statue in the courtyard. It was made of black basalt, bits and pieces of the sculpture chipped off. The statue was left to crumble for a few centuries, where then White Diamond would finally decide to send someone to repair it. Strange, it being a statue of the supreme Diamond herself.
That, itself, was debatable, though no gem would dare to do it under the statue's watchful eyes. Most gems hadn't seen White Diamond in person, but any depiction of her in murals and what have you showed a brilliant cut square in her forehead. The statue was awe-inspiring, but the gem was erroneously placed at the chest—of course, it couldn't be mistaken as Blue or Yellow Diamond.
What gem would be so important, argued most, that White Diamond herself continuously maintains the statue for thousands of years? Certainly the gem was in the wrong place, but every other feature matched the brilliant Diamond's aesthetic. Of course, White Diamond found the depiction so endearing despite (or even because of!) the error that she had kept the statue for millennia.
That was the reigning opinion amongst the art historians of Homeworld. Art historians in such a militaristic society needed some excitement, so they settled for snubbing proponents of the It's-Not-White-Diamond theory.
Kyanite Facet-16B Cabochon-A40 would vehemently deny that the statue was anyone but White Diamond. If pressed, she would say that White Diamond was simply interested in preserving artistic artifacts, despite any mistakes. Truthfully, art from the dawn of Era One simply bored her. If it wasn't uninspired and dull, then it was laughable with its religious themes that were now banned on Homeworld. She was much more interested in the art that surfaced upon the start of Era Two, may her benevolence Pink Diamond rest in peace.
Because of such, Kyanite A40 hadn't paid much mind to the statue. She always had somewhere to be, anyways, so thinking about it wouldn't be productive at all. Today was different, however.
The courtyard was blocked off for all but the most exclusive guests. Saying it like that made the whole affair sound fancier than it was, as only those important enough to matter but insignificant enough to have nothing to do attended. Nonetheless, the Starlight Troupe, a well-known group of sodalite dancers, were performing today. Kyanite was feeling bored, so she decided to show up.
While the dancers were certainly lovely, they were nothing to write Homeworld about. Kyanite felt her mind wandering as she sat near some twitchy agate. Bored out of her mind, yet too polite to leave, Kyanite found herself gazing up at the statue.
It was far larger than most gems, but smaller than even Pink Diamond, may she rest in peace. The statue stared straight ahead, arms held out as if in prayer. Her gem was rotated the same as the high Diamond's, but at her bosom.
It was true that the form was very similar to White Diamond. From the spiked hairstyle, the pointed shoulders, and even the cut of the gem, it was very clearly the almighty Diamond. Yet it was not the gem's location that caught Kyanite's eye, but the expression the gem wore. White Diamond was confident, the first gem and first leader of all. The statue had an unsteady face, eyes half-lidded and sad. The lips were opened slightly, just enough for a breath.
If this was truly the illuminated Diamond herself, what had made her so sad?
Kyanite gazed at it for the rest of the dance, mind muddled with thoughts such as this. She was shaken out of her reverie with the sudden applause. The Starlight Troupe had taken a bow, bright smiles on their blue faces. Kyanite shook her head, as if trying to expel her thoughts.
There are only three Diamonds, may Pink Diamond always be remembered fondly. Surely the statue was made by White Diamond's favored sculptor. Despite its flaws, it radiated with the perfection that was White Diamond.
She blinked as the other gems filtered out of the plaza… Wait, didn't she have a lecture scheduled for this hour? Cursing, Kyanite burst out of the courtyard, forgetting any thoughts on the statue.