We Are Stained with the Blood of Stars

Deity was, honestly, just as surprised as Dutch about the discovery. She knew next to nothing about rocks, ore, and deposits. It was probably just a chance event, her discovery, but theoretically they could be standing upon hundreds of these winking gems. She thought of it as an offering to Her Grace, from the earth itself.
Dutch was speaking, inching closer, and Deity shifted a bit. Unconsciously, she puffed her chest up, more than a little uncomfortable with the closeness. The female reminded her now of a magpie, a thieving bird who hoarded nestfuls of whatever shiny items they could find.
A tinkerer? “Like a jewelsmith?” She blurted. Fascinating. She supposed she had no use for the stone, pretty as it was. She wasn’t particularly hungry— she’d snacked on a squirrel earlier, old and stringy though it was. Information was a far more valuable currency to be exchanged between strangers.
“You can have the gem. I do not have any use for it,” Deity said, pushing it towards Dutch. “In return, I simply ask for you to tell me a bit about yourself and your... people. Hjarrandi, did you say? Who are they— who are you, and what is your purpose?”