As high on the wing as the airborne eyes could go, all they revealed was the unspoken vastness of this foreign land. So triumphant and grand was it in scale, that the very mountains they had viewed on foot now looked only larger as they cut far off into the clouds and beyond anything a mortal man could dare scale; even a god might find some of them, those further on and thick in glacier, a challenge that only they might be capable of summiting, if only because they might have well touched the sun. From these peaks on down, distant flurries of snow could be seen wafting, some of which descended on the lower, lesser slopes, but all quite confined to the rim of the apparent world around them as though they could not despoil the wilderness below with their white finery.

The valley itself was... vast, stretching over the horizon and beyond even the vision of the pristine hawk on a day so clear and crisp as this. What came from this revelation, high, high above however, was that the grassland followed the vale, becoming only pine wood as one wandered off and toward the almost endless mountains beyond. This informal and unending trail of brush and tanned-green, lively blades was the only reasonable avenue of exit, if there was to be one, but what laid beyond that was just as much a mystery as anything else in this unknown land.

Along the way of its continued search, as the white avian drifted on the warmer currents to remain aloft, it was clear as well that only outcroppings of grey granite jutted from the plain's floor in rare number; they had fallen and stacked themselves upon each other in a manner of tremendous upheaval by the works of the earth, the sort of strength that a giant would blush at in envy. Ice and snow clung to their stony shadows, while the few mouths of caves likely hid more odd wonders in their darkness.

And for all of this, not a sign of man or monster.

Animals certainly, both tremendous and healthy, but nothing of seeming danger or threat.

[@Gordian Nought], [@Zverda]