Gretma
This mountain sits no prouder than those that lie beside it, and wears its age no better than the hills from whence you came. At its peak, you'd stand no taller than any ever has - good thing, then, it is not the summit you seek.
The ground beneath you rumbles, but your balance does not sway. The mountain has no face, yet it turns to you, curious at this newcomer to its haven. What strange footprints you must leave, traversing as you have. No words emerge from the mountainside to echo across the valleys, but you have long since learned to listen to the earth.
Maybe this once, it will listen to you as well.
Divine Domains
Earth
