@patch-rose-quartz ☆ Across the cove from beach city, overlooking the hill, Patch approaches someone familiar from behind. "...You. You're a Rose Quartz."
There was so much to think about. And she spent all her time, thinking nothing much at all, if she could help it. She loved the humans, beach city, Earth, Steven, but-- sometimes the excitement of her- what was it- ‘relatives’ had to settle down into just... this.
Her hair blew in the ocean breeze as she lays on her stomach, propped up by the elbow as she pulls wildflowers, bare feet kicking in the wind. A presence was felt, but she barely lifts her head. Until- she talks. “ Uh-- ” A turn to face them. Another quartz? “ ... Mmm-hm. ” A nod ‘yes’ is all she hums, holding a flower up to greet them.












