Coconut Grove bird song

He kept his gaze averted, a blank stare directed beyond her, and after a moment too long, he brought his eyes to her, and spoke: “i am... yes. i - i am.”. She didn’t believe it, but she would give him the benefit of the doubt. She looked to his face, dark and smokey, green viridescent eyes placed like gems. She stepped forward a couple of feet, and stopped again, this time a swish of her tail: “I’m Raindrop of Moontide.” She introduced herself, voice warm and gentle, like an ocean breeze in mid summer. “Who are you?”