"Shiprock is a 1700-foot eroded volcanic plume, sacred to the Navajos," Mulder explained, glancing at Scully. A lock of her hair had escaped her ponytail and was lashing at her left cheek. He refrained from reaching over and tucking it behind her ear. "They call it Tse'Bit'a'i'. It means 'Rock with Wings.'"
"And it's important because...?"
"According to legend, it was once a giant bird that carried the ancestral people to their land."
"I suppose you're going to tell me this mythical bird was in fact a spaceship."
He bristled at her stubborn refusal to admit what they both knew to be true. "Do you have another opinion?"
She silenced the radio with a twist of the dial. "It's a metaphor--"
"Yes."
"Which likely refers to the religious significance of the location... the mountain's ability to lift the human spirit above the problems of daily existence."
He appreciated her explanation almost as much as his own and relaxed a little.
"Either way, it's where we gotta be."
Abaddon's Reign, aka Jake