winter wonderland

Brilliant blue eyes, with just the hint of an indigo - almost like an evening sky; the brilliant light of day overshot with shadowing hints of night - would rest upon his features. He would step off the icy platform, toes crunching carefully into the ice, flexing and digging into the ground for balance. He would smile at her greeting, and he'd dip his head to her. "My name is Felix Alaric," he said softly. "What is your name, miss?" Simple courtesies, of course; that was simply how it was. A simple pleasure would fill the male as his tail wagged behind him - it was hard to describe, yet, it sufficed him quite well.