Blue.  

Comforting, calm, mysterious… playful… it was his eyes, his body, his whole world… blue.  

His complexion rested somewhere between the sky, the ocean, and clouds, as though the Creator had made him before His hand gathered the land from the ocean, before he scattered the sea with fish and the sky with birds.  Before any other color was even thought of.  A strange purity arose from this color in his eyes, rained around his neck and head like a calm midnight storm, drawn together like lakes in virgin snow about his sides, training behind him as a waterfall, and wading in dark depths about his legs.  Light shattered by prisms of ice formed feathers that clouded around his back, billowing softly around his shoulders, reaching sharply out past his back.  

His head tilted curiously to the side as he took me in… trying to see past my unorthodox disguise.  Those two deep blue orbs, crested with delicate lashes, still spoke of untainted youth… purity on the verge of natural corruption…wanting to know, to understand, desiring to leave the comfortable world of blue that had blanketed him since his first breath.  

Lusting for new colors.