Redtail Rise imitation

The woman was redder than any of the autumn leaves he'd piled up, or jumped in, by the rendezvous. She was all shades of amber and earth, and was somehow lighter than himself, and very pretty! He didn't think anyone could match how she looked, and he hadn't any words appropriate in his limited lexicon to describe her.

But she knew him. She knew his name! Her question earned a little nod. He was petrified to speak up or to confirm anything; that motion should have been enough. It was in that moment Reki realized - he didn't know her name.

She smelled like - well, everyone, and everywhere. In fact, her smell was what made him think of the rise in its entirety. How could that be?