Calcite
Calcite shuddered at the cold hand of limestone. She snickered quietly at 'jerkasaurus' and stood, leaping high onto a ledge of the kindergarten. "I ain't fixing that warp pad! I can't!" She was giddy and defiant, testing the patience of Chrysocolla. She made a swirl of wind, kicking up loads of dark dust. "We have to get Thulite's approval for anything." On the outside, she was happy, but in the inside the white gem was int turmoil, like the dark dust devil she had created.






























