If there's one thing Peridot wishes she could do right now, it's make herself smaller.

Fortunately, she's not enough of an idiot to risk turning into an animal in the middle of an event that revolves around killing them. Still, there's some temptation there. The whole atmosphere surrounding this hunt business has her hair standing on end. Peridot's not exactly one to shy away from violent sport (let's be real, violent sport is like, a favorite gem pastime), but something about the way the servants are behaving has her on edge. Not to mention that killing an animal is pretty different from watching two equally matched quartzes pound the snot out of each other...

So yeah. She's not exactly raring to go, here. She picked up a bow and some arrows for show before heading off into the woods, but she has no intention of actually tracking anything down. Her time so far has been spent wandering around in a state of constant fear, so Steven is definitely a sight for sore eyes.

"Steven!" she hisses, scrambling up to him. "I thought you left with Joker... What are you doing out here?"