Seeking a purpose

*once again, Black Tourmaline can be found walking through the forest. Unlike usually, however, he has a goal this time, although his constant looking around might not make it appear that way. Despite his ability to sense the presence of other gems, it takes him a while to locate one of Watermelon Tourmaline’s floral hideouts, at which he finally stops, and calls out their name*

I wish I could return, just for an hour, and convince her to flee with me. I don’t think she’s safe...

There are gems on Earth that aren’t sentient. They look just like us when we’re poofed, but there’s no spirit inside them. Humans wear them as jewelry sometimes. It’s a bit strange, but I’m curious. I wonder if anything will happen if I touch a non-sentient black tourmaline. I think I’ll try to find one.

I haven’t thought of her in a while... I hope she’s safe.

I’m praying for something worth fighting for.

We know our purpose the moment we are born, but no one tells us what to do when we lose it.

I found out what a driver’s license is, but now I need to find a driving school. This seems harder than expected. Human laws are complicated.

*today is one of the rare occasions on which Black Tourmaline is taking a trip into the city, as usual wearing a bandana to cover up the gem on his forehead. He’s been trying to find a place to acquire a “driver’s license”, but the fact that he doesn’t even know what exactly that is doesn’t really make it an easy task, and so far, he hasn’t been successful. By now, he’s wandering through the streets again, looking around, and seeming rather lost*

I’m really fascinated with motorbikes, but a man at a rental place told me I needed a “driver’s license” to ride one. I wonder where to get such a license.