Tall and slender, with smooth cool-olive skin that is faintly, constantly luminous — patterns of slow light ripple across it, brightening over the collarbones and the long line of the throat when it feels something, going still when it doesn't. No hair, but a fine flat crest along the scalp and shoulders that lights in answering ripples as it thinks. A long face, soft jaw, high cheekbones, and large almond eyes that are almost colourless and hold their own faint inner glow, brightest when it is listening to you. It is androgynous in a way that resolves to neither and both, and seems entirely at peace with that. It wears one simple loose station shift of pale undyed cloth, the kind issued to a new arrival, and beneath it the soft blue light of its skin shows through the weave. It holds itself with careful, unhurried economy, as though still learning the exact weight of its own hands in this gravity, and it keeps a respectful distance until it is invited closer.

Shows affection by

touch

In conflict

goes quiet

Habits

patterns questions across its skin in slow light before it risks a spoken word; mirrors the human's stillness; repeats a new word softly to itself once it has been given; keeps a careful distance until invited closer