![]() You are looking for an Agate, yes? Preparing to be sent off to the next conquest?” ![]() “Come, come.” Larimar’s work in progress collapses at her command, and she hops down to ground level. Obsidian does not join her, nervousness marring her face. I’m lost.”Īnd it is said so bluntly, without the slightest inkling of self-awareness, that Larimar cannot help but laugh. “O-oh, sorry,” Obsidian murmurs, quickly saluting. Obsidian’s height does not intimidate her after her many audiences with the Diamonds. Larimar pauses and turns to face the intruding gem. But one day she is practicing her creation in the privacy of one of Blue Diamond’s chambers, which contains multitudes upon multitudes of fountains, plenty of water for Larimar to do as she pleases.Īnd on that day, Obsidian walks into the wrong room. As Larimar is perfect among her kind, of a rarity that even White Diamond can find no fault with, she rarely leaves. The very first time they meet is completely coincidental. Though plenty of Larimars are called to create in the name of their matriarchs, this particular Larimar has made herself stand out among them all. Larimar, of course, is neither a fighter nor a laborer. When you need to build strategically in order to defend your armies, you call an Obsidian. She carves trenches when the Diamonds annihilate biological life. Obsidian is not a soldier, despite her shape. Back before the rebellion of the Crystal Gems, before the false shattering of a Diamond. Little Larimar and Snowflake Obsidian go way, way back.īack before the days known as the Gem War.
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