Night- O.C.
Peridot took a head count. Everyone was sleeping soundly. Something caught the eldest vision before she turned around to sleep herself. Where's. Amethyst. The swords-woman left the Inn and looked around for the youngest. "Amethyst?!"
"Peri. Chill. I'm right here."
She turned to the left and saw the ginger sitting on the bench. "What are you doing?"
"Not screaming at the top of my lungs."
Peridot face-palmed. "You should be asleep."
"I couldn't…" Her gaze looked upwards at the moon. Peridot saw her longing gaze. "You like space?" She asked, taking a seat next to her. The child nodded. "My mother always told me stories about Space Men who go to the moon and try to make homes for everyone. I always thought they would do that because of the world ending." Peridot smiled. "What was your mother like?" Amethyst pushed her glasses upwards. "She was kind, loyal and caring. Basically the opposite of my Father." Father. Not dad. "He left. Didn't he?" Amethyst nodded slowly and moved her position to lay on Peridot's lap. A hard to kill habit of hers. "When I was 3. He didn't even stick around when she..poofed. I went to my Aunt Garnet."
Peridot noticed something. "Gem names run in your family, don't they?"
The girl nodded, tiredly. "Aunt Pearl, Grandma Lapis. So on."
The two chatted until Amethyst fell asleep. She looked at a Star. Chuckling slightly, she took the young Gem inside.