>>9077>Axinite's concern allowed you to travel west in search of Chrysocolla, you did not have to wait more than 15 minutes on the cliffs until you saw a very shiny and wet blue gem come out with so many things inside. There was also the fact that Crisocola left her things not far from the sea, on the coast, baskets, long wooden boards and many various marine souvenirs that made a small mess. Dioptasa usually exaggerates, she does it both when she loses her glasses and when she breaks them a little by accident, in this case with Kunzite's disappearance, she couldn't hear your impression about Chrysocolla. It seemed that you were right, because as soon as you saw Crisocola she was almost as fresh and joking as she always is. The way he listened to you in a carefree way, paying more attention to the lateral movement of some crabs when they collided, which being emotionally present in your story confirmed the same thing. However, when you mentioned hatred as something relatively common for you and others, Chrysocola turned around and bowed her head to your questions. After smiling too much, Crisocola exclaimed, turning to his hardness.(Chrysocolla) Feeling such strong emotions will make me break! (...) But it's true, I dislike many others. Get ready to listen! Because, when we finish a prudent range, we will go look for those pieces of Onix that you mention.>When he came over to clean and collect new baskets she was a little more understanding, speaking frankly. He didn't seem afraid of your color transformation or the fact that you don't have a modicum of experience walking underwater. Crisocola decided to warn you so you could hear her, at the same time she decided to take you with her underwater to look for more pieces. She raised one of her hands, pointed to the southeastern direction of the island half-heartedly, and waved her finger up and down as she pointed. (...) You can hold onto some algae attached to the rocks and also directly from the black silica veins that protrude in this area near the coast under the sea. Water slows your movements, much more so than Chrysocolla does outside of water, so walking safely is something you can evaluate several times before taking steps. It is not even necessary to touch the sea moss stuck to the surfaces, since rocks with a hardness of 6 or 7, when broken, function as a great support individually, without causing any damage. For Crisocola, moving through rocky territory is different; she does not have to lean on it or climb down, she jumps between sandy areas until she finds low, uniform terrain. The clear water is turquoise and blue in tone, a color in which Chrysocolla would be lost sight if it were not for the multicolor range that its uniform wears. When it was possible to walk several minutes on sandy terrain, she began. He placed his hands behind his head and said.
(Chrysocolla) I hate the decadent companionship of Almandine and Moissanite. The one who continually damages them. They break each other, but neither is able to do anything about it. (...) And also-! It will be difficult to forgive them for what they did to Almandine all this time.
>It directly included a couple of gems, ones you had spent the winter with not long ago. From the outside, that combat group appears to be a very solid one, but the simple fact of mentioning another young gem like you generates some suspicion. Crisocola takes it upon herself to talk about how bad their relationship is, and while she dwells on it, Crisocola also remembers.(Chrysocolla) There is also Bort and the way he treats his diamond sisters. We all hate pyroclasts, but just because you're a little stronger, you shouldn't look down on others in such an unconventional way. Don't you believe it? (...) I wouldn't be surprised if Green Diamond gets tired of her one day.
>She turned back to ask, slowly because they are in the water. You are not aware of the diamond situation, but by mentioning a higher level of strength, you may feel alluded to by Chrysocolla. Finally, when Crisocola turns around, she comments without mincing words, looking back at the road. In this area of the ocean, light still penetrates the water and allows you to correctly see the sandy terrain, with starfish and anemones surrounding the relatively solid areas. There are small fish that suddenly hide between the cracks of the nearby rocks. Everything indicates that Crisocola has already explored this part because he walks without care and without securing the ground in search of pieces. Small clusters of bright water are observed, with strange dragging details. These are small metallic droplets so spread out that they look like scattered clouds in the water. Sometimes Chrysocolla turns to observe these aluminum formations, but quickly returns to the point. She states confidently.(Chrysocolla) But, the one who has the greatest nerve of all is Padparadscha. She's a fool! Treating us all in terrible ways, only to treat herself worse. She's not bad, but she's so annoying. If strength comes from being so moody, then I'm fine with being that weak.>Anatasa also spoke in exactly the same way today, despite not being a popular gem, Padparadscha is talented, although you cannot define a position regarding her, your teacher Rubí used to be her partner and she does respect her. Apparently, given its fragility, the gem with high hardness and skill has probably gone too far by marginalizing the explorer gem. While he criticizes, you can fear less from his gaze, because the water turns blue instead of light blue. A deep blue that should replace the dye in your hair that came off when you came in here. Even if you don't look blue yet, there is a great gravel ride after the long sand ride. Chrysocola turned again, but this time she stopped.
(Chrysocolla) You know, corundums are a thing, Cauliflower. (...) Oh, I found a piece.
>She bent down to take a piece of pink that was resting in front of her dress, to that small fragment attached a drop of silver metal that shone in sight. It is a little bigger than a fingernail, but Chrysocolla takes it as enough to put it in the basket and close it, rather than in one of his pockets. After doing a little work, Chrysocolla can say again. Maybe not repeating what I would say about all the corundums, but about one and it is you. She answers the question you asked her before going down in a certain way.(Chrysocolla) I couldn't hate such a young gem. But the way you hide your color is also annoying. (...) All that was... A moment ago I acted based on Kunzite's impressions. But Kunzita never thought of you that way. I have no idea why.
>After showing some cruelty, Chrysocola returned her gaze to the gravel field and the dark blue in the background. She is not distracted by the sea urchins that land nearby or by the sponges that cling to firm areas. Chrysocolla simply stopped while touching his face with one hand. When he removed it, his critical tone and also his raised voice became diluted. Chrysocola had retaliated with careless words and controversial opinions between gems, but suddenly she revealed to you that it was all some kind of talk she had with Kunzite herself. He raised his shoulders as he wondered and lowered them again as he touched the basket with his left hand. (...)(Chrysocolla) She could see through others and tried to always be kind for the same reason. Kunzite was very good for no reason. And because of that, I felt like I could love her. Right now, I love her so much and I'm also mad at her. With her, with Onix and with Fluorite.
>Chrysocolla simply sat cross-legged on the gravel, talking about Kunzite and remembering her with an indifferent face. The lid of the basket slid back, revealing the pink piece, but there was no rush to return it to its place, as the static would not be lost. You can't say for sure, but the way Chrysocolla refers to Kunzite makes it seem like he's barely aware of its disappearance. Expressing those emotions with words and neutrality, Crisocola closed her eyes and turned her head. She answered herself.(Chrysocolla) Because Kunzite wanted to be a criminal, she wanted to betray her nature as an imperishable gem. And… I don't know if that's what led to her breaking up at sea. But, until she returns, I will act in the way that I think she would have believed was best for me to act.
>Returning his gaze to the fine sand a few meters in front of him, only a few tens of centimeters away from you, Chrysocola briefly thought about the reason why he got lost in the water. A resolution was immediately given. As he stood up, Chrysocolla referred to it as unnecessarily complex.(Chrysocolla) It's complicated, right? I bet you didn't understand. Well, the more convoluted the better! The pieces of gems still feel and hear...
>Glad it sounds the same to you. She then took the piece of Kunzite back on her long gloves, raised it to define a strange skill. They were words that Kunzita had to hear several times to process them, something he couldn't do in this state. He prepared to walk again while putting everything in its place for the second time. Crisocola felt a little quieter, until suddenly she began her speech again.(Chrysocolla) Yes... But no matter how much Kunzite wants it, I will not stray from my free spirit as an explorer. It will be contradictory, but that is what leads me to travel kilometers under the sea. I am free to feel what I want, to go where I please! And especially now, I'm free to scare you as much as I want.>Everyone has heard her, at least all the gems who are younger than her can remember it. Crisocola defines herself as a gem free from everything, free to destroy herself in the way she seeks and free from the worry of being considered a bad influence. Their conversation turned sinister as soon as Chrysocolla said the last thing. When you asked she simply did not respond, but now, Crisocola reaffirms the opposite fact with a smile. Her spirits are not very different from what she showed when you found her, but now she is focused on scaring you away. (Chrysocolla) The sea is not nearly as small as the Academy! Cauliflower! It is so big that if you break it, your pieces can be trapped and distributed forever! Hahaha! Also, it's not that beautiful, if you look closely it can be terrifying. AND! If you walk away from me, you will really be a rock, you will be alone and unable to do anything! But you will be able to shout all you want so that no one hears you. Do you want to try it? I just have to escape very fast and very far.
>She proposed, in a way that sounded great on paper because it is only Chrysocolla that remembers the path. However, in practice you are still much more susceptible to receiving energy from the sun, faster and stronger, just due to the fact that Chrysocola has not trained in many, almost hundreds of years.