Sequoia Coast remembering the good ol' days

ramesses swept a proud, appraising glance toward the stranger, truly seeing her for the first time. her marking was indeed particular: a shadowed face with a cowl of red that swept the rest of her body. eyes carved from malachite. they turned her from eye-catching into something that held the stare, and for a long moment that was all he did.
"i do not. it is led by an empress and her strong-man." he suspected that in the moons to come, aiolos might become more to hua. "it is upon an island. surrounded by water. an interesting place to reside."