She held the small object just above her eyes, the facets of the Primeval Turquoise catching the flickering of the fire behind her, providing just enough light to guide the fine point of the rock into the lava rock. With great care she finalized the final routing as the blue rock chipped away, a small channel remaining. She collected the green flowers that she gathered earlier in the day and began to vigorously chew them. A dark green streak began to appear where the saliva was escaping the corner of her mouth. Delicately pressing the masticated flora into the channel, her tedious endeavor had finally reached completion. Grunting in delight she tossed the icosahedron against the wall, watching it tumble from face to face, eagerly awaiting the result.... 1!?!?!! A guttural howl escaped as she batted the primeval die into the fire.