Stone Circle Throw a little hotrod red in there.

Stark didn't have to wait long, his blue eyes roaming the surface of each boulder. It was so unnatural. Not necessarily unsettling; Stark was a man who believed in science and reason. There had to be a good story for why and how the boulders had all been arranged that way. To some it must have been an act of some deity, of mythic proportions and Stark just couldn't get behind them. A woman approached him, seeming fearless and if she was caught by the magic of the area she didn't let it show. 

"Hello," He offered with a small smile, nodding to her assessment of the Circle. "It is beautiful." He agreed. He couldn't deny that after all, with the perfectly arranged visions of reasons unknown. "I'm Stark," He offered with a little cant of his head. "It's a pleasure to meet you, ma'am." His tail gave a pleasantly little sway behind him.