Broken Boulder may i first just say i'm sorry

Holy mountain. Alarian pondered it for several beats, comforted by his friend's gentle bump against his shoulder. A mountain? He questioned, not entirely skeptical but confused at the choice. What if you fall off?
Admittedly, that was a stupid question— one not entirely serious, either, but maybe a little bit serious. Last he had checked, his mother was terrified of heights. If she had ended up on a mountain somewhere— well, he supposed he'd have to hurry up and die.
What about a cave? He suggested. A... holy cave. A hole-y cave. This was getting ridiculous. Alarian firmly clamped his mouth shut, beginning to feel embarrassed now.