Elijah

Their eyes were the first thing people notice about them, physically that is. The colors of ice with a ring of the blackest sea. Then the nose, prominent in the face, and a pair of lips, full and solemn, until they upturned in an elvin smile, ears pointier, teeth showing, joy beaming from their face, as they said, voice cheery, “Hello, I’m Elijah. What’s your name?” Putting forth their best foot for strangers. As people got to know them however, the false facade dropped, and their smile became more real and their hands flitted about as they ranted passionately about something or another. Likely science, as before anything else that was their subject of choice. They loved to rattle off names of bones, show off a bit, talk about the loves that they held for biology, for chemistry, for physics. They were a joy to watch.