[center][u][color=00aeef]She Went North[/color][/u][/center] She went north. It was part of her effort to know this world at every inch. From its foothills to its deserts and its basins and jungles. So too did she want to know its extremes. She wanted to see the roof where ice reigned everyday and the wind howled like ghosts in the void. Sarsanelesa could feel it with every step. The ground answered her and ceded to her a road of steps and paths. Cities dotted her trek, many isolated and different from each other, and she did not this time make her commands of them yet. Instead electing to traverse them with subtlety and silence. She could bend them to her will easily but that would not do, no. She wanted to know them without her. She wanted to learn who they were before her. The northern cities had no mention of the events she wrought in the south. The Mountain of Spears and the Field of Graves were but distant relics that no traveler spoke of too far north. This was fine for now and so she traveled on. She traveled until the cities stopped appearing on her road and all civilization gave way to the silence of ever more frigid winter. The trees either died or turned to pine and the ground transformed into powdery, wet white. It was too cold for most this far north but not for Sarsanelesa. She marched on until she was where Ealos Vershaa began to turn. Standing above everyone in the very north she could see nothing but snow and sky as far as her eyes could see. Only the pattern of her steps indicating where she had been. The roof of the world was barren and frigid. This was too much nothing. So Sarsanelesa held out her arm and the snow began to shake and the rocks began to raise. From the crust of Ealos Vershaa she built a mountain and a monument. A crag impossible to climb and fatal at its peak. It would be her mark, her signature upon this world. Visible from far into orbit and blatant in what it meant, even if she did not realize it yet. She was here, she ruled this world herself alone; On this world, supreme.