Ocean's Breath Plateau Where do we come from, where do we go

She stirred, mumbling something obscene to her brother before fully waking at his jab. Her swat missed him as he dodged her advance. She couldn’t help but smile, for they were alive and in better spirits.

“Ok, I’ll go wash, you fathead. Don’t leave me, ok?” Peridot had always been considered a nervous wreck, a child incarnate of fear and anxiety. Her tremors started as she trotted softly to the edge of the stream, making her steps feel wobbly and unsteady. It was something she hated about herself, but Carnelian had always reassured her that it made her unique and special—and nothing was wrong with being different.

Her head remained on a swivel, frequently turning to find her brother—still watching her like he promised—and she dove into the water. The water was cool, not like the ocean where they had been found, but it was refreshing and rejuvenating. Though fear started to settle in as she felt herself getting cold and she scrambled to get out of the water. Tail tucked and steps quick, she reached her brother’s side, cowering.