(The pet)
Blix
Blix lies stretched out in a nice darkly-shaded area in his human form. A pair of blue-metal glasses rests on his dark-skinned nose and a mess of black hair falls over his eyes. He's laid back at the roots of a wide-spread tree, comfortable with a blanket under him and a crafe of tea beside him. Wisps of steam lifting from the cup at his elbow. The book he's reading is a mystery. No, really, you can't tell what it is because there's a dark blue book cover over it.
Every now and then he reaches down to pick up the cup of tea and sip it, smiling to himself.