The sound of her small voice matches the elegant delicacy of her form. She is speaking, words tumbling out mindlessly as she stands tall and still, watching with the pale blue of his eyes. Quil does not like that he has startled her but he had thought she had hear his approach. The little dove was nearly shocked to death.
Oh dear.
"Brisaeys." Her name is smooth and exotic as it rolls from his tongue. "I'm sorry to have started you. I'm Aquilo but call me Quil." Another easy smile glides over his lips as he attempts to decelerate the situation. "What brings you to the meadow?" Lashes fall and lift over the sky blue eyes as he nears her, watching the way the swirls ripple over her body in one of the most facinating coats he has ever seen.
aquilo
color changing, tiger boy of taiga