He watched as the ponies got to work, each staring at the gem held in their hoof.  Some squinted, as if to manually narrow their focus.  Other glowered.  Orange tongues stuck out, ears folded, tails twitched, and Forgath had to suppress a sigh at their antics.  But little by little, a few sparks appeared, faint glowing lights deep within gems.  He waited for one to brighten enough for the neighboring ponies to notice before striding over.