AN: Hello there reader, I was just enjoying a cup of cold milk, preparing to relax. Seeing as you're here, I must inform you that I have strayed outside the borders of RWBY far, far earlier than I thought.
Steven Universe fans, please don't be angry when I disregard certain points of canonical sense. I specialise in RWBY writings and the details of Darker than Black. Steven Universe is a special case for me, it has made me feel tingly and weirdly emotional. Don't expect extremely high quality work.
Also, don't expect long chapters. If I'm writing another fanfic, which I will be most of the time, then this will take lower priority. Chapters will have no real scheduling. They will be written when I don't feel like writing or doing anything else; this may change if this series recieves enough support.
The harbour was beautiful at this time of year, I often came down here to watch the waves crash over the rocks. I remember when I first came here. There were natives every where, no Europeans could be seen. I won't complain, at least I only have to learn one language rather than the ridiculous amount of native languages.
I hadn't stayed long, on my first visit, before I returned to the Mediterranean. The smell of the sea was always in the air and the locals would go about their daily business. The local's simplicity, back then, was beautiful art. The last time I was in the Mediterranean was more than a century ago. Before coming here, Emerald had convinced me to see England, Scotland and Ireland. They were nice but the beaches were nothing much and it was a risk to go there. (SHHHHH! Don't tell me about showing and not telling, I will figure out how to start a story without exposition one day!)
I heard footsteps behind me, far too heavy for Emerald. "Afternoon." I spoke out to the approaching noise.
"It is afternoon, isn't it?" They replied rhetorically.
"You know that's not what I meant." I sighed.
"I know but it's always funny to annoy you." They took a seat next to me on the boardwalk, their legs hanging even closer to the water than mine.
"What do you want Morgan?" I asked, still focusing on the breaking waves. I looked to the mountains and saw the sun setting behind their sharp peaks.
"I saw Dravite and Elbaite out on the beach." She said, seeming to ignore my question but answering it at the same time.
"Which one?" It didn't really matter what beach it was but I was curious.
Too bad my curiosity led nowhere, "I'm not sure, Schorl. I don't know the names of any of these northern places, you know I'm new here." She said defensively.
"Yeah," I tried to sound friendly, rubbing her hair, "I'm sorry Morgan."
"That's not what I wanted to tell you though." She continued.
"Then what did you want to tell me?" I inquired, hoping it wasn't anything bad.
"I found Coal talking to somebody, I don't think it was a gem but it didn't look like one of the locals. When the human had left, I got to ask him what they were talking about; he's always been closer to them than any of us." She paused, taking a deep breath, preparing to fire off more words. "He said he was going to visit us to deal with Dravite and Elbaite." She exhaled quite heavily.
I sighed, again. Coal was always closer to humans than most of us. "We don't need her, she's not going to make it any better."
Morganite sighed with me, "She doesn't think you're capable, she thinks the new form you took was inefficient." She covered her mouth as she giggled a little bit. I looked over to her, questioning what was so funny. "I think she thinks your cute."
"Come on Morgan, we're gems. I know Coal is practically a human but even then…" I contemplated how humans felt, "You know, Coal used to teach me how to be like them. They used to say that me and Coal were humans in gem's bodies."
I let out a small chuckle now. Morganite put her arm around me, comforting me, "Yeah, I know what they said." I could see her stare out into the ocean; she was quiet now, like she was reminiscing on the past, like I had been, only minutes ago.
I could hear some kind of whispering beneath us, on the sand, demanding my attention. Suddenly, a green blur was planted on my shoulders. "Sydney is beautiful at this time of day!" They said, with a kind of childish wonder in their adorable feminine tone.
"I know, Emerald, it sure is." The waves now sprayed light rains onto our faces. The stars could be seen now, shining their dim light onto the water and reflecting dazzling light.
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Until next time, this is Mossman, have a great day!