Greatwater Lake but in the end one needs more courage to live than to kill himself

Amber dipped her head in greeting, giving a smile and cupping her ears forward in curiosity. He was a colorless, patched man, with dual colored eyes, but was fully neutral at the obsidian womans arrival. The herb before him, however, was what drew her attention, her endless ocean orbs boring into the newly grown plant. 
          "And to you. I'm Amber Ciel, from Silver Creek over the West mountains."
Eyes flicking back to Cicero with a grin, Amber wondered if perhaps he would teach her a thing or two. No harm in asking, right?
                        "What is that?"