Every year on the largest of the P’waii Islands, islanders gather from all over to dance at the foot of Mount Fury, a colossal volcano that much like a clock, begins to steam and breathe its flaky gray ash just after summer’s heat has subsided into the cool awakening of fall. Great feasts are enjoyed and the drums beat long into the nights and on the last evening, the pinnacle night, Mount Fury throws into the night sky tiny chunks of molten lava. As bits of fire rain overhead, the islanders’ dive into the waves, seeking out those pieces of stone that are cooled by the oceans kiss and turned into a prized gem. The Firestone Gem, once polished, captures the hue of lava at its most beautiful, a perfect red-orange treasure.

The great leonine painter, Leosnarldo D’getchu, once said that painting the sunset of a vast savannah was where he felt most at peace. With the wild world around him, he could sit for hours, mixing his paints to capture the perfect nuance of that one-of-a-kind burning orange shade. In fact, it’s fitting that the Savannah Sunset Gem should only be found where the heat scorches the earth and the wildlife roars and romps, careens and keens, awaiting the adventurer who will find it beneath the tall, golden-glowing grasses.

I'm a jacinth, and I can be found in several different shades in the red/orange part of the spectrum. Did you know that my name is related to the word 'hyacinth'? I don't understand that. I mean, do I look like a hyacinth to you?

Most gemstones are formed by heat and pressure, but not me. I'm amber, the laid-back one of the bunch. Know what I am? Yup, fossilised pine resin. How cool is that? Sometimes I even contain perfectly preserved fossil insects. So don't believe them if they tell you that you have to go through a lot of stress to shine.