This realm is full of red rock, lots and lots and lots of red rock. Big red rock, little red rock, red rock in every size and shape you could ever begin to image. Even the ground is made up finely ground up red rock. And what isn't red rock are vast fields of black lava lightly dusted in red rock dust. Rolling hills of red rock and lava, gently rolling hills, no real mountains and no real valleys... just endless rolling spans of red rock and dark gray lava spreads.
The okra sky above this red rock is always cloud covered, clouds that range in color from lightest pinks, oranges and peaches, dull yellow and brownish gold. The light is always subdued, never bright and yet detail is easy to make out and one can see with ease far away as well as near.
Small jeweled lizards dart amongst the red rocks and lava; it’s always warm there so the lizards are always active. They are range in color from black, charcoal and lightest gray with jeweled colors along their backs that gleam and sparkle in the low light as if real gems were in bedded in their skin.
Small pools of water gather here and there amongst the rocks brought by the daily gentle rains, it is safe to drink but always has a sweetish tang to it which leaves a copper taste in your mouth afterwards. The lizards not only drink of this but bath in it as well.
The breeze always blows softly there, warm during the daylight, cooler when the darkness comes. It spins and caresses the rocks and makes the sound that almost sounds like soft sighing song. Small tiny creatures float on these breezes, pretty little gold, red, purple and silver creatures that aren't quite a bird, nor an insect, yet somehow combines the two. The lizards sometimes try and catch these and eat them. I am told they taste rather sweet.
There is nothing in the land of value to offer a human. It is a stark yet mostly quiet place. It remains mostly isolated of human kind as it has nothing to offer in resources. There is however someone who lives there. ‘She’ lives alone most of the year, save for a short time each year when her special someone comes to visit. ‘She’ however likes the aloneness and quiet as she has never been fond of human kind. ‘She’ has built in this land with her own two hands and little house, a home of sorts that’s half house and half cave. It is comfortable enough and meets her needs, for ‘She’ is vicious towards any who enter this land and patrols it with a vengeance.
I know of her and this place because she is by blood my sister. ‘She’ was a child no one wanted and she was suppose to have died, instead she found the Red Rock Realm and she and it seem to feed each other’s needs. ‘She’ is loyal to me and pretty much despises all other save her one special friend. Though I found out as of late, our cousins both bring her small gifts from time to time to make her life more pleasant and I am told ‘She” even allows Night the Ranger to patrol on her realm. But only these are allowed.