Slow and steady

Veigar stood at the base of Mount Volkan, head held high as he examined the massive formation that reached high toward the sky. Such a peak seemed unconquerable to him, the sort of thing that he'd dream about but could never really climb. He wondered if anyone had ever reached the top before, his mind running off in a million different directions as he paced near the base of the volcano. Here the landscape was different; the more luscious redbud trees and grass were replaced with rocky soil, vegetation only growing sparsely here if at all. Further up the slope he could see the remnants of trees that had been destroyed, some split in half while others were intact but blackened and charred from something that had happened here. He wondered if it was recently or long ago - though given his relatively young age, he supposed the concepts made little sense to him anyway. Shrugging to himself he continued on, beginning a wide loop around the volcano's base as he puttered around and explored whatever he came across, no real goal in mind.