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This is a tale older than the pack, mchezo. It has been passed down to us from our forefathers of forefathers.
Long ago, there was no sparkle to our creations. We saw the way the water sparkled in the sun, the way the sun itself shined, and the moon glowed. And we grew sad. We could only see these things. And no creation we made could become a proper homage to these. And then one day, through sheer chance, a pup, no older than you all, found a smooth rock in the stream near his family's den. It was a pretty white color, and flat. But when her shadow was no longer on it, the sun caught its surface and the rock SPARKLED! Like a little star.
The pup looked for more rocks like it...and found none. She grew sad, knowing she could not take such a treasure home. Her family would fight over it, with there only being one. She tossed it back in the water, with a wish there was more such rocks. She heard her mother's call home, and went to go join her family for the evening.
What she didn't know, was that as she slept, a Goddess heard her wish. The Goddess of Minerals couldn't help but smile at the pure, innocent wish of the pup to share such beautiful things with those around her. And so, as the night crept on, she let some of her precious gems and stones out into the world.
When the pup woke in the morning, and went to go get a drink, she noticed the water sparkled more than usual on a clear day. When she looked closer, she discovered the riverbed was peppered with the white stones she'd found yesterday! She became full of joy, and ran to get her family. She shared with them the discovery.
Over the course of her life, she met others who found stones that sparkled and glowed as well. And every night, she gave thanks to whatever power had gifted the world with the sparkling stones.
And that, mchezo, is how we came to have gemstones.
 Das Tor · Fri Jul 23, 2010 @ 05:32am · 0 Comments |
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