Being a variety of mallicant whose plant-like covering has withered, and turn a dull blue. It thrives on Mist itself, even absorbing hostile magicks on occasion, hence requiring no food or other material sustenance. Its dependence on Mist, and the fearful reports of black mages who saw their finest magicks consumed, earned it its name.
Man, monster, all heed the sway of the stars. All lives are guided by twelve stars, and the star to which you belong determines your fate. When the fire of a life dies, sometimes, rarely, it leave behind a gemstone of great beauty. When the wheels of fate stop, and the soul leaves its starry home, then does it become a jewel.