Mr. Blue Sky

A question called out to him from a light and airy voice and the man paused, turning in the direction from where it had come. His eyes had to lower significantly to see the young girl who barely came up past his chest and, if it weren’t for her more defined features, he might have thought she was a pup. Her pelt was an interesting array of stripping over a tan pelt, with bright purple doe eyes that he had to admit were rather adorable. All in all, she looked like a walking doll.

“Hello my lady,” he began with a cordial dip of his head. “My name is Genji Raijin, though Raijin is fine. I joined Ashen a few weeks ago and thought it high time I meet some of the neighbors, seeing as we’re allies,” he explained, his charismatic grin slipping onto his dappled face. What would he learn from this one?