Cassiopeia's View little bird, i have branches above my head

He was a rather.. Scruffy man. However he would pass as a Déorwine regardless of body-form, the only alternation she would make would be his olive-like eyes. Her own family consisted of orange, yellow, reds, and rare pinks like her own fire-lit gaze. She was greeting him with a poetic smile, one a duchess would give at a ball. Inspecting him closely-

"I am from Kingslend, known for the Déorwine family," the elken woman announced them so, "we are currently reannouncing its survival, and thriving."