Naming Story:
Living up in the mountains, things were sort of, well, drab. The skies were usually grey, the ground was cold and frozen, rocky, or bare dirt, the trees were a uniformly dark green with bits of brown peaking through. It left a lot to be desired.
But sometimes the sun did shine, and one clever young buck had noticed the way the light dazzled through the crystal shards of the obelisk, through the ice, through quartz shards and other crystals they found in the chilly caves in the mountains. He realized if he moved them just so they tossed rainbows around them. He also realized the more he had, the more he could play with that light. So he'd taken to stomping the crystals, shattering larger pieces into smaller ones and then arranging them carefully in clearings so as the sun passed the shattered shards caught the light and painted the mountain in rainbows.