Porcupine Ridge Sapphire

"Sometimes, depending on who you ask." Stark countered with a grin. He couldn't speak for himself - underneath his proud facade there was a level of deep self depreciation. Instead Stark glossed right over that, though, not leaving the room to question it further and instead focusing on what she was saying. The woman posed a question and Stark had to think back - the last real mountain he'd scaled was the Ridge, Ravens Watch wasn't quite the impressive slope even though it had housed his sister for a time. "Emberflame Ridge," He offered. "It's just starting to grow back - I bet in a couple months it's gonna be beautiful." 

Stark regarded the possibilities of where she might have come from, from the places that she had been - he was lustful for knowledge. "Tell me, what's the prettiest land you've seen so far."