the local townsfolk had been offering rosie tales of curiosity by the ocean-side, of a mysterious figure and a form which sounded very much so like that of a gem. rosie did her best to not interfere with the natural processes of humanity when she could, but if a gem was going to be a threat, she’d need to look into it. her purpose was to protect humanity, was it not?
stepping down onto the beach, rosie made her way to the shoreline, following the beach until she reached the point where the figure had last been spotted, a frown on her lips as she called out;
“ is someone here? ---- a gem? ”