Tourmaline had been forced to take it easy, after the extertion that was her attempt to prove herself to Emuh. Success or not, it had been rather embarrasing, how her magic lashed back time and time again.

She'd wandered to Pegasus first, maybe to catch sight of V-Onyx-Three. Their spar had been a great learning experience, and she hoped he was doing well. Then her mind wandered to September - still just a face and not a name. They were both reasons she'd pushed on.

Her cuts had healed some - enough to not be so painful. Perhaps she'd go back to practicing her magic. Tourmaline clearly needed it.

So she'd turned towards Andromeda, its calming silence perhaps a good place to recollect her thoughts. But the blooming flowers of the intervening tunnel caught her attention first. The trees wept petals, drifting down through the air. But one of them had not yet bloomed, dark buds waiting for something.

Her mind flickers to knowledge that was given to her, of a spell she hadn't practiced much before. "Well, here goes nothing," she sighs to herself, more than loud enough for passerby to hear. A paw placed on the trunk and a nudge of her magic caused the tree's flowers to unfurl one by one, so it matched all the others.

A grin spread across her face. I've still got it.

Her ears flick at the sound of voice, and she turns her head to see Warp approaching. It had the gangly, awkward limbs of someone either not used to or just bad at walking for one thing. Tourmaline wonders idly how old it is, but she decides not to pry.

Instead she smiles, "I did this with my magic. Have you tried before?" It looks like it has it pretty potently, with how that dark smog rolls off of it - but maybe it is young, if it has no idea. "Magic can do different things, but you are born with an affinity for a specific type. So don't feel bad if yours doesn't work on plants like this."

She'd take a step away from the tree, sitting on the ground. Blossoms fall around her, and her tail brushes some into a pile. "You just have to... feel for it."

She'd smile with a chuckle, "That's alright, there's a first time for everything!" Tourmaline's chipper attitude wouldn't last long though.

Her warm calm would flip to surprise as Warp just. Vanished. Pulled through to some dark wavering pocket. But then the horror would set in, as the whispers she'd heard in her spar with Onyx come back full force, spurred to life by the crackling corruption in front of her. "This is your fault. Magic is dangerous, you know this. It cannot be controlled!" that mocking chaos howls in her ears.

Frozen in place, she stares at that twisting Void, unsure what to do. She wants, needs to help. But that magic, she knows, will only harm her too if she gets too close.

She reaches out with her magic, to maybe see if she can sense the thing on the other side, the pulse of its stone - but she's left with nothing. Nothing at all. Her magic refused.

After a terrible eternity, Warp is dumped back out into the waking world, sobbing and wailing. Tourmaline's paws move before she tells them too, and she's standing over the voidwolf in an instant. "Are you okay!? Please be okay! I'm still here! I didn't leave you!" Tourmaline screams, desperate.

Even if her tone was far too frantic to be comforting, Tourmaline is relieved when it seems to ground the distressed little pup. "It's okay. You're here. Does anything hurt?" she frets like a mother hen, sniffing and inspecting Warp all over.

Seems unhurt, she observes, but of course she can't know for certain. Though her eyes wander to the miasma wafting off the other Gembound. It looks so similar to the gap Warp had disappeared into.

Of course, they look up to her for answers, wondering what it had even summoned. For once, the whispers of corruption dancing in her ears prove somewhat helpful. "It is Chaos. It is Corruption. It is Entropy. It is ALL," they declare, snickering.

"...That is... a very wild type of magic. It is Entropy. All magic can refuse to obey... but that one especially." Tourmaline feels somewhat guilty. Should she have warned it about magic lashing out wildly, like it keeps doing under her command? She didn't expect it to happen to the little guy first thing.

She'd push her magic forward again, carefully, in the hopes to make a little treat, but it dies out quickly again. A shame, little Warp probably could've used it. "I'm sorry for not warning you about that sooner. I'm Tourmaline. Hello, Warp," Tourmaline would smile sadly.

She breathes anther sigh of relief. "Good. That's all I could hope for, myself." She couldn't exactly do much in the way of healing, either. Beyond a a shoulder to lean on, at least.

Tourmaline feels a little bad about dumping so much on the poor thing so quickly, but it seems eager to learn. it even keeps asking questions. No, it's fine. It's best Warp learns now, and they want to. Though the cat needs a moment to settle on an answer for that last one. "...I don't know. Maybe it is, maybe it isn't. But it does seem like it - that the magic is alive. Maybe it isn't alive itself, but it gives life. Wild like living..." she ponders herself, half an answer, half her thinking aloud.

A grin starts to appear on her face again. Sure, it's a bit more somber than before, but Tourmaline is beginning to really grow fond of the little guy. And maybe with practice, it could temper its magic. anneal it against the havoc.

"You know how well that has worked for you. What makes you think it would work for one Converted!" the whispers hiss in her ears again. Tourmaline tries to ignore it.

Instead she looks back to Warp. Tourmaline would agree, "Yes, I can show you. I only know a little bit of plant magic. My specialty lies more in the earth." So she would turn back away, standing up, focusing on the stones littering the path.

With the reaching of her magic, a line of them would shatter. Ones further away from that trajectory get knocked aside, bouncing and rolling away. Ta da.