El's words are received by Gem's ears, but Gem doesn't respond. She doesn't mind her sister being the force of conversation. Rather, she likes to watch the scenery, and admire the world around her, as she works the berries beneath her paws. Soon the seeds are smooshed out of the mixture and all that is left is a clump of berry pulp. Satisfied with her concoction, she smiles and looks up to see El pedaled backward with a look of utter disgust on her face. Gem looks at her with a furrowed brow. What was so wrong?
"Painting," Gems, still confused why her sister thought it so gross. "See," she lifts a paw, dabs it into the smooshed berries and then begins to move the mixture around on the rock until it roughly resembles the shape of the lake. "Then if I can get some different colors like.. hm," she looks around before hopping down to rip up some grass and moves back to place it gently around her lake-shaped painting. "I'm making a picture, El," Gem says as she turns to her sister for some kind of approval.
Hematite, Gem's Mastiff, is always with her unless stated he isn't.
