[color=0072bc][center][h2]INDIGO[/h2][/center][/color]
[color=gray]Indigo yearned to see the sky, to see the blue over her head and the clouds rolling across the light canvas. She missed the feel of swampy, thick air on her skin, and sweat beading down her body. She craved the freedom of her flowing clothes, sliding through the jungle with a skirt billowing behind her. But now, all she saw was an enclosed ceiling, a cage of duty and revenge that held her still; cool air breathing down her skin, wintry wisps curling against the tan; thick pants and shirts, uniform and restricting. Indigo leaned her head against the cool glass in her room – a room! Humans and their territorial behavior; why be separate from nature? 

With the Sky Dwellers, Indigo could express every thought with a simple body gesture, but now, words were needed. Heavy, syrupy words of “sophistication” to express every thought. But how? How could a simple word, a simple sound display what was on her mind to everyone present? With the Sky Dwellers, should could merely stand stiff and they would understand there was danger nearby. Now, she was expected to shout and cry [i]words[/i].

[color=7ea7d8] “I am [i]Indigo[/i].”[/color] She said aloud, swishing back a lock of black hair. It didn’t feel right. She was Indigo, but she was more than Indigo. She was wild, free, gruff, silent, cynical, sarcastic. How could she express such things in three words?
Indigo breathed on the glass, created an opaque white circle and she lifted a warm finger and pressed into the cool glass, drawing a rough stick figure with a tail swishing behind it. 

Indigo. [i]Blue.[/i] The color of sadness, for that is what she is named for. She is named for the sorrow of her mother. Is…that what can be expressed through her name? Sorrow, salty tears, pain? She did not want to be associated with her mother’s pain or anyone’s pain. 
Indigo sighed, there was no use thinking of this misplaced, bleak world. She was here now; she had a purpose, a duty that she must fulfill. Linta was counting on her – she was her sister and she could not let her down. Indigo stood up, in her stuffy uniformed pants and shirt, and walked from the room and towards her duty.

The walk was quiet and silent, unlike the noisy walk in Tengu Island, and Indigo missed sound. When the bar came in sight, she straightened her back and walked with the saunter that her mother once walked with. The saunter of a wild cat stalking its prey. 

She almost bumped into someone with feathered wings, and maybe it was the need to test the words on someone, or maybe it was the fear that she could not express who exactly she was, but Indigo grabbed the Feren's shoulder.

[color=7ea7d8]”[i]I[/i] am Indigo.”[/color][/color]