In exchange for her memory, Jasper received one of Morganite's. It arrived after they came unglued and hit her like a bullet in the back of the head.

"What a disappointment."

One of Yellow Diamond's servants had found Morganite just after she had emerged, and she had been electrocuted and forced back into her gem. Now she was cradled inside two sparkling, terrible yellow palms and held beneath a rain of scrutiny.

"It's bad enough that she's not even the right color, but she's heart-shaped too."

"My lady, shall I smash her?"

"No. I'll keep her around for something. We'll see what happens. Give her a room in this palace, and bring her to me when she's conscious again."

"Of course, my lady."

The first recollection ended and another, tiny one began, just like the aftershock of an earthquake. Jasper saw her own eyes with an incredible bashfulness and blush.

I bet we're going to be beautiful.

And they were dancing together and Morganite was so nervous and so excited.

The mentor made her way back to the student, sighing as she sat next to her; the student refused to move her gaze. She simply continued to sketch the trees and flowers and sky on the half-blank paper she had brought with her.

She switched colored pencils and the only sound between them was the vibrant lead on the accepting page.

"Can I talk to you for a second?"

"No. I want to be left alone."

Pause. Audible ellipses. The smaller pink one threw her utensils down and stood up.

"Are you stupid?! What part of 'I want to be left alone' makes you think you can go on sitting next to me as if I said nothing?! No one listens to a word I say! I—" She was trying desperately not to cry. "Go make someone else your punching bag—" Gasp. "I never want to look at you again! So get lost!"

It was at that point that Jasper pulled her into an embrace, and Morganite sank into all her muscles with her chin resting on her instructor's shoulder. Her watery eyes were wide open in shock, but closed abruptly when the sobs came. Then she got fist-fulls of Jasper's rough white hair.

"Let me make you stronger. So you can force them to listen."

Their cheeks were touching.

"Let me show you how to frighten them into obedience. Sometimes it's the only way to get anyone to do what you want. But if you really want a different instructor, I'll go."

"Don't go." They pulled apart and Morganite ended up sitting on Jasper's lap.

An enormous orange thumb wiped away the rest of her tears with the assistance of a light pink hand. "I'm sorry I read your memories." Sniff. "I didn't mean to."

"I know you didn't, kid."

"I'll try my best not to do it again, if we fuse in the future, I guess." Sniff. They were looking at one another.

"Alright then. Enough already." Jasper lifted her up underneath the arms and set her back up. "All of these emotions are making me feel funny. How about we try fusing again and we can call it a day?"

"You don't want to."

"I don't need to. I'm strong enough by myself. But if you want, let's form Agate."

"You know her name too."

"Of course I do. Don't be an idiot." The largest of the pair held out her hand for the smaller. "We're going to have to work on your dancing in the future, though. Knowing only one routine is unacceptable."

"Okay." Morganite took it.

And they started to dance. This time, the two melded together when Jasper lifted Morganite into the air, becoming a four armed, four-eyed pink goddess with red markings and long white hair. A bright orange crown came onto her head that had not had the chance to form the first time, along with a long, majestic crimson cape.

Agate flexed her muscles while contemplating the importance of art and literature in modern society. Then she sparkled.

"I want to see what we look like…I think there's a lake over there…"

Agate made quakes as she came to that pool and hovered over it, drinking up the sight of her face.

"Oh my gosh. Look at us!" Her top pair of hands touched her cheeks, and those long-lashed yellow and black eyes blinked in rapid succession. "We have your nose—and this crown—and look at our hair! It's so long!" Gasp. "I had a feeling we would look good, but not this good. This is so cool." Her top pair of arms wrapped around herself in a hug. "We get to stay like this for at least a while, right? You don't mind, do you? Well, since you're so excited, we can."

She lifted her arms above her head to check their definition. "Not bad. Let's go smash something…Okay!"

So Agate ran away to rip some trees out like weeds and blow mountains into gravel.