We Are Stained with the Blood of Stars

Deity nodded along as Dutch spoke. Okay. That made sense. A wandering... dwarf, then. With every word from the she-wolf’s mouth, Deity saw more and more similarities to herself. The way Dutch spoke gave Deity the sense that she was unbound, similar to how Deity herself was bound to no one. Dutch didn’t give Deity the impression that she had family ties, nor friendship ties to either group, dwarves or Vikings. So she was an explorer, of a sort. Deity felt her questions had been answered, but did not wish for the conversation to end. It really had been a long time since she’d talked to someone so similar to herself. If she ever had.
For a moment, Deity, silent and dignified, watched the female tinker with the stone. She chipped parts of it away by accident, and seemed a mite dismayed.
“What are you going to make of it? The gem?” Deity asked, tilting her head a bit and leaning towards Dutch to get a better view. She seemed to be trying to separate the gem from its dark stone coffin.