Peridot wasn't much for conversation with random gatherings of people she didn't know at the best of times, or even really much for doing anything on anyone's most convenient schedule. She'd been out taking Pumpkin for a walk at what was probably the most ridiculous hour of the morning, but she tended to prefer it that way. It was just quiet time for a Gem and her gourd, after all.

But today's walk had only made it about as far as the park before her path corrected and she'd started drifting toward the woods, instead.

Pumpkin had followed, grabbing a stick along the way in the hopes that Peridot would play fetch or something, but by the time she had made it to the outskirts of the woods, it was pretty clear that playing wasn't on Peridot's to-do list today, either.

Peridot stumbled forward in a daze, and a small pumpkin dog followed behind, stick in her mouth, whining.