with a graveyard tan carrying a cross

Woo, finally done with work and at home. I also think this is possibly the first thread we've had in like... two years or something, haha. If I had a thread with you before. I KNOW I REMEMBER YOU. ;~;

He found her not much longer after he began his search. It would have taken longer, but the rising shape and movement in his peripheral drew all focus to her. What he noticed about her first were those piercing eyes, their untamed hue much stronger in contrast to his own. Her overall shape reminded him of Rahzie, who now had gone stray from their ranks. Most overwhelmingly was the scents of the sea, of the grit and fine grain of the sands he had walked many months ago. He drew it once again, and let the breath out soundly.

“You're a long way from home.” He spoke softly, hoping to put her at ease. If she had been resting, which he figured she was, he hadn't fully meant to disturb her from that necessity. Or so he thought, though it seemed more likely he had wanted to disturb her from it; all above things Mordecai held curiosity dearly close to him. Even it had its limits though, as he kept his distance. There was no telling what kind of response he would get from her, or whether or not his assumptions and guesses were hitting all that close to home.

“What brought you all the way out here?”