Heron Lake Plateau running low on words

Something with a C. Fiery colors. A soft sigh escaped him as he thought it over. Cecilia? Ceara? He made sure to enunciate them clearly, that would hopefully make his lips easy to read. Perhaps the stranger might be able to guide him right with the names. Well, she was at least from the area. He elaborated a bit more with a shrug of his shoulders. Behemoth wasn't positive she came from this very place but it sure was close to where they met but there had been something about moving. Fuck if he knew where she was actually at now or ever. Such a shame he hadn't seen her again.