The rain pelted upon his skin, running across Noah Jr.'s broad shoulders, down his strong arms, sliding into the dent of the fine, perfect orbs of his toned flesh. Tendrils of a rich chocolate brown clung to his masculine face, and drops of liquid dripped from his thick eyelashes. Fingers stretched out to grasp the edge of his shirt, tugging it from the an adjacent tree branch. Noah manuevered towards a meqadow, slipping the shirt on. It hugged at his toned anatomy, enwrapping the firm build. Slinging a leather bag over his wide shoulder, astute eyes took in the physical surroundings. Then he saw.
A winged creature had materialized, and the wings faded. Stepping closer, twigs snapped beneath his boots, and the grass cushioned him. Brows tugged together, creasing as he slowly crept closer, stealthily, and as silentl as he possibly could. He never saw something like this before! The defect came to physical manifestation, and Noah spoke up spontaneously, anxiously, "The feathers -- 're really pretty." He came up beside the personage, bending to reach out, grasping a single feather that landed upon the ground. Tilting his head up, lighter brown hues gazed up questioningly, almost expectantly.