eddie
He remains silent, still absorbing the details of her unique appearance, as she turns to him. The halo of color had thoroughly overshadowed the flowers, the wings, even the delicate flames that float gracefully through the chilled air. When the plumes come into greater focus, he briefly wonders if they've been the source of color the entire time—but as her gaze finds him, the thin yellow band of light (it must be light?), which had already become more prominent, flares even more brightly and nearly swallows the rest of the colors.
The fox fire remains unchanged.
Curiouser and curiouser.
The longer she studies him, the more exponentially his discomfort grows, as he becomes even more acutely aware of what he considers to be his shortcomings. He refuses to let that crooked smile slip from his face, but the muscles controlling it tighten ever so slightly. When she comments on her self-perceived solitude, his shoulders tense and then roll backwards, almost like a human shrugging apologetically.
Then she begins to move closer and his nervous system starts to go haywire. The gills that stand in place of nostrils ripple in a most obvious way as he inhales sharply and deeply. He was not really expecting her to move toward him. Just as the silence reaches the height of uneasiness, her aura flickers and shifts to a soft pink, then to a deep, pleasing blue before returning to its previous green and yellow state. He tilts his head, but makes no comment on the changes as she breathes her questions into the space between them.
“Oh, I meant that there's others that aren't sure of what they are these days.” He pauses, deciding whether or not he wants to answer her questions. But it doesn't take long for him to continue, “but yes, I suppose I feel different as well. Haven't quite figured out how, exactly, but something is off.”
He grows quiet again, slowly attempting to digest his thoughts as they turn to the yet undiscovered changes that tickle at his senses, teasing him with their presence but refusing to reveal their secrets. In this span, she offers her name and he straightens automatically, as he realizes he'd begun to drift again. His head bobs several times as he responds, “nice to meet you, Tipsy. I'm Eddie.”
His bright blue eyes trace over her figure, attention drawn in again by the glow that still surrounds her. He does not see himself as threatening in any way, so he does not recognize that this might be unsettling to some, but his eyes continue roaming as he addresses her again. “Are the colors new to you, then?”
@Tipitina