A/N: Here's another chapter for you guys. If you're still here, thanks for being patient. Ciao!

When they arrived in the meeting room, the Chalcopyrite Parliament immediately stopped whatever they were doing and looked up at their bosses.

"Oh, Chancellor!" Kyanite perked up. "It's so good to see you and the Queens back here. Now what is it you wish to discuss?"

"Oh, haven't you heard?" Steven asked her. "Yggdrasil is dying."

All the color from Kyanite's face drained away as if it was hair dye going down the sink. "W-What?" she asked with a bit of a falter to her voice. "How?"

"Kalgoorlie didn't say. He just told me I'm the only one who can save it."

Kyanite leaned in just a bit closer. "Kalgoorlie? The Kalgoorlie? One of the guardians of the tree?"

"Yes, that Kalgoorlie. He came all this way down there to tell me himself."

"Did he tell you how he knew it was dying, though?"

"No. But I'm going to take his word for it since I highly doubt someone would go out of their way to joke about it."

Kyanite heaved out a sigh. "Alright, I believe you. Do you have any idea how you're going to save Yggdrasil?"

"Well, that's why the Queens and I had to come to you. We're sort of hoping you could give us some pointers on how to approach this."

Kyanite thought about this for a minute and then began. "Okay. First off, can you tell us why you were chosen to save Yggdrasil?"

"Kalgoorlie said he was told I needed to save Yggdrasil because my mother is Rose Quartz."

"Is that right? Well, it might be that they felt you could save it because of your healing powers. Think about it: you used your healing saliva to cure Connie's eyesight and her fertility, and if I remember correctly, you also used them to get rid of Her Divinity's, erm…" She gestured towards her crotch. "...downstairs problem."

Steven perked up. "Oh yeah, that's right. But my healing powers alone might not be able to fix it. This is the same tree that Amber, the Venerable Goddess herself, came out of. It could take a lot more power than that to fix this dimension."

"Hmm…" Kyanite tapped her lips a few times while she worked over a plan in her mind. "I know! What if we got several Rose Quartzes to come along and use their healing powers to save it?"

"I don't know… as much as I'd be honored to work with other Rose Quartzes, I'm not sure how much of them we'd need to do the job."

Chrysocolla sighed as a means of signalling to change the subject. "Alright, let's take a five-minute break."

"What, now?" Pearl whined. "But why when we're just getting started?"

"Well, obviously, we're getting nowhere so far. So maybe when we've gone over some more plans, we'll talk later."

Pearl sighed. "Fair enough."

Meanwhile, over in the Gems' Republic of Muscovite (or simply Muscovite for short), Priestess Gneiss was talking with Senators Quintinite and Gonnardite over what Chalcopyrite had been up to lately. It would seem that Gneiss had changed her opinion on the monarchy since Garnet and Pearl had taken over as Queens while the husband-and-wife duo begged to differ.

"Oh, come on, you know that's not true," Gneiss said while taken aback by Quintinite's lack of affirmation. "In fact, I'm willing to bet that the Queendom has actually been thriving rather well since Zoisite died. That Gem was such a slimy, disgusting creature; he would've only brought the whole nation down if he were still alive."

"Considering that you brought in Baryte when he asked for help in killing off a human's family, that's an odd statement coming fro ye," Quintinite retorted dryly. "Not that you could be of any help in destroying anything." He started laughing at his own retort.

"Oh, for the love of Amber, Quintinite," Gonnardite sighed while pinching the skin between her eyes. "Don't you think she's gone through enough grief as is? She's the High Priestess of Orthoclase and Hackmanite! Of course she's not going to use her powers for destruction."

"Thank you, Gonnardite," Gneiss said. "I appreciate that."

Just as they were about to resume their conversation, the Prime Minister Gaspéite rushed in from her office. The curvy apple green Gem had disheveled hair poking out from her intricately-crafted headdress and the sclera of her eyes were stained a grassy shade of green.

"Horrible news!" Gaspéite cried out in distress. "Yggdrasil is dying!"

Everybody else in the room gasped.

"Yggdrasil is dying?" Gneiss asked while stunned. "Oh dear Venerable Goddess, how did this happen?"

"I'm not sure," Gaspéite admitted. "I just know it's dying. We need to get in touch with Chalcopyrite and all our other close allies to figure out what needs to be done."

"Okay, but are you sure Yggdrasil is indeed dying?"

"Does this look unsure to you?" Gaspéite pointed towards her eyes, which were still horribly bloodshot with tints of green. "I thought so. Send out as many invites as you can for a gathering. We might not have much time left, so we must hurry."