The floor of this geode chamber was covered in shards and dust, from a Tempering that had just occurred. Most of those gems were in shades of blue. The young Aureny, given the fun privilege of sweeping up, i.e. bathing in riches, occasionally kicked sprays of gem dust at each other. With the delicately dexterous long claws at the ends of their trunklike limbs, they sifted with sorting pans into different bins. Some of the very fine stuff was taken to pots against one wall, where an adult occasionally appeared to fill one with goo and take it away, through a ground exit.
From the ledge above, Uixtr withdrew from the view and turned back to the newly arrived crate stacks. This azulian was beautiful, pristine, and incredibly regular in shape. This was a significant contribution that could accomplish something in itself.
Of the two Aureny present, Mystvall was more familiar to Uixtr, while Stonepoynte was the materials expert. They wore a casual level of decoration, mainly rings in the locks of their shoulder tufts. Mystvall stepped forward and produced a rough-woven pouch that Uixtr could hold in one hand.
The vibrational transducer that Uixtr wore on his head picked up the Aureny realm of soundwaves, then processed it as pure information in the aetherscape. It was then spoken to Uixtr the way any raw Vedani information would be verbalized to the ear; thusly their intonation sounded mostly natural, like one of his own people speaking to him. Inside the pouch was a golden-hued crystalline formation, sprouting from a smooth, slightly convex rind on one side. It nearly hummed with energy.
THIS IS A PIECE OF MY OMBA, THE ROCK I WAS BORN FROM. SINCE OUR FIVE PEOPLES BEGAN THIS RECENT EPOCH TOGETHER, WE HAVE WROUGHT MANY DOINGS. UNDERSTANDING HAS GROWN, AND WILLINGNESS TO AID CONTINUES. WHATEVER HAPPENS, WE HAVE COME THIS FAR. KEEP THIS AS A TOKEN OF MY RESPECT. IF YOU EVER NEED TO USE IT, KNOW THAT CHOICE WILL BE LIFE-ALTERING, AND YOU WILL NOT FIND MORE.
With both hands, Uixtr hoisted it before him. “I am touched that you would bestow on me this rare blessing. My gratitude.” He brought it close to the large angled tympanum on his headpiece, and registered some sound garbling. To Stonepoynte he said, “This stock you brought me is excellent. Bring that to my loading dock and we’ll take them. A boon to you and yours.” Stonepoynte thumped the ground once for punctuation, and with one clawed forelimb picked up the crates and walked off with them like a stack of pint tumblers.