by Nayt on Fri Jul 10, 2009 2:03 am
Precious gems . . .
She remembered a select few from her time-- of another time, of another world, far too lost for her to even remember the name of it half of the time! Yet still, there were such things back then. Bright, beautiful gems, gems that comprised jewelry in rare cases; they were, for the most part, ornamental. A lot of the time, warriors placed them into their weapons. In some cases, particular stones reacted to certain abilities-- things that human beings knew here as magic. Placing such stones within a Caster's blade could do wonders for their preference of element! Yet it wasn't like Casters or collectors or those who simply sought to carve something beautiful for their home would be hard pressed to find such stones.
Xibtrae remembered as a little girl, walking with her grandfather through a small canyon with a narrow pass through. It was brief, but Xibtrae recalled running her little hand across the rock wall, happily skipping along next to her beloved grandfather. Dirt was displaced, and a faint azure caught her eye. It glinted in the sun. She looked back, curious, and saw blue where her hand once lay.
On their world, a world with colors much more varied than this one, this . . . dystopia, those were common. Rocks like that, oddly shaped, always requiring a carving, always covered in dust in dirt, but always found in formations much like this planet's own. Yet this world hadn't the same formations. One could not simply scratch away the sedentary dirt and unveil the red or blue or green or purple stone beneath, or any imaginable color, it seemed. But what Xibtrae knew, there were such opportunities.
"This is . . . valuable?" Xibtrae asked with a furrowed brow.
She couldn't understand why Garv would accept this man like that for the payment of a simple rock. But then again, to Xibtrae, it wasn't expensive at all. Pretty, but still just a rock . . .