I'm a lustrous blue sapphire, cabochon cut. I do have a few visible inclusions, but they just give me character, don't you think?

There are many different types of onyx, but I'm the black one - cool and sophisticated. You'll often find me in men's signet rings.

I'm an amethyst, one of the most valuable of the semi-precious stones. As you see, I'm transparent and richly coloured, but some of my relatives have quartzy white inclusions. It doesn't matter. Frankly we're all gorgeous, darlings!

I am a most excellent piece of jade all the way from China. As the Chinese discovered many hundreds of years ago, I am not only beautiful but useful; I can be made into vases, fans and other items, not just jewellery.

I'm an opal. In Shakespeare's time I was considered unlucky, a symbol of inconstancy, because of the way my colours change at different angles. Actually, though, I'm a friendly little gem who likes nothing better than to delight you with my subtly pretty colours.

I am malachite, a form of copper ore; it is the copper that gives me my distinctive green colour (just like Mr Spock's blood). If you like, I can go into a long technical explanation about how my beautiful bands form. Yes, I'm jewellery for geeks and very proud of it!

There's only one place in the world you'll find me, and that is Derbyshire in England (where I am quite plentiful). I'm often banded with yellow, hence my name; it comes from the French 'bleu jaune', meaning 'blue yellow'.

I'm azurite, one of the more unusual semi-precious stones. I'll even double as a planet for you, just in case you don't have enough to choose from!

I'm iolite, a beautiful dark blue gem. Don't you think I would look good alternated with sapphires in a necklace?

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.

The legend of legends.

In all of PnF’s written history and beyond, stories were told of the fabled dragons who rode the winds and lived in great cities in the sky, appearing only rarely to seek out those they would choose as dragon keepers. The dragon keepers were young pets who showed the greatest bravery in the face of greatest adversity. Taken on the backs of the mammoth dragons, they would fly past the clouds into cities of pearl and gold, filled with all the wonderment anyone could ever dream up. Riches would be brought back to PnF, bestowed upon the keepers’ families, with a promise from their loved ones that they were as happy as they could have ever imagined. Among the treasures brought back were the Dragonscale gems, iridescent stones that captured the breathtaking array of colors that shimmered in a dragon’s wings, found nowhere else in all of PnF’s vast lands.

There once lived a very high falootin’ duck called Lady Duck. Now, Lady Duck was no Lady, just a lady, but she had high hopes of reaching that esteemed elevation in time. How, you might ask? Well, she had her sights set on one Lord Englebert Pettimore III. Was Lord Englebert Pettimore III a Lord? Not quite, as he was only a Lord by way of his mother who had also once dreamed of a higher station in life. You can imagine the conversations. Well, Lady Duck never got her Lord, but she did get one Fred Eggstair, a local Rhode Island Red. Lady Duck liked gems and well, Fred saved his whole life trying to buy her the biggest and best. In fact, Fred cockadoodle-dooed so much for extra pay that he went hoarse early on and never worked again, but he did, by way of his part-time job as crossing guard 2 at the local elementary, earn a fine fuschia stickpin for his going away gift. You guessed it, Fred had it made into a pendant for Lady Duck, who wore that fuschia gem every day, rain or shine, muddy or clear waters and they were happy all the rest of their days.

Love, liefde, amor, laska, amastus, pag-ibig, rakkaus, liebe, szerelem, ast, cinta, gra, kjaerlighet. No matter how you say it, love is that elusive feeling that all pets crave. From the love of a mother to the breathtaking romance of a first love, to the enduring love of two souls reuniting, love is a celebration of life and there’s just no other color that calls out love like the deep, rich red of a rose. The C’est L’amour Gem perfectly captures the red of a newly opened bloom, eternal.

Did you know that this rare pink gem is as strong as it is beautiful?
It’s forged in the harshest elements and often mined from stone that isn’t half as interesting as the treasure it hides. That’s why this gem is favored by pet friends everywhere as a token of affection. Pink is the epitome of don’t judge a gem by its color. Enduring, invincible, and oh so pretty, it’s the sweetest and most lasting way for a pet to tell someone, “Thank you for being a friend.”

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.

Legend has it that each Sun Drop Gem is the tiny bead of twinkling light that that a sunbeam carries down to the water. And, as the moon rises, the night winds come in their rippling currents and gather up the precious drops of sun, carrying them away to the highest mountaintops, dropping them deep into caverns where the dark craves the light. It is only the luckiest of pets who can stumble across these precious stones and carry them back out to the grateful sunlit day once more.

Did you know some believe that far back in the ancient lands, the famed beauty, Cleopetra wore peridots as her signature gem? It’s true. Like the diamond, the peridot grows deepest in PnF’s vast lands and is only brought to the surface for discovery by the rumbling, rolling, shifting plates below, jolted by underground volcanic activity. Peridots are mainly found on a very tiny, out of the way island, by the name of Peridota. Prized and coveted, it’s no wonder such a fierce beauty would claim the gem as her own. Will you?

Did you know green is a trolls favorite color? Not just any green, the greenest green, vermarine green. That’s why trolls guard the vermarine quartz mines and are most reluctant to share. To be given a gift of vermarine quartz from a troll means he holds you in the highest esteem, or he just really wants whatever he’s trading it for, but let’s stick with high esteem. The trolls are just a little bit colorblind, you see. That’s why so many of them don’t match. I bet you’ve noticed that already, right? Oh, haven’t seen one up close to know? Take our word for it, trolls are a walking billboard for fashion don’t. But, they can see green, every shade of green, and vermarine quartz is the greenest green and they would know, of course. So, even if you love green and you love quartz, best be careful about how you come by your next piece of vermarine quartz. The trolls remember every piece.

There’s a monster in the sea, they said, a monster in the sea. There’s a nightmare down below, they said, a nightmare where down you go. And the sea foams greatly now, his tentacles are thrashing. And the sea foams wildly now, where the waves are loudly crashing.

Oh hush now, hush now, can’t you see, the giant dances in the sea, he’s dancing just for you … he’s dancing just for me. He’s big and wily, a giant in the deep, he’s a poet in motion, his silent song can make you weep.

Oh hush now, can’t you see, the giant dances in the sea … And the sea foams greatly now…