*nods and gets to his feet again, dusting his hands off* All right. Think big. *...* *glances at the nearby mountains (not that big, Olórin)* Semi-big.
*focuses past what's left of the grass, past the topsoil, reaching down into the sterner stuff below (but not quite to the molten flow beyond, where he's most drawn)* *murmurs* Think big.
*...nudges* *nudges hard* *thinks he feels something shift, but it's not enough to fold the rock* *looks at you questioningly* Did that sound right, at least?