Translating for 'The Blue One'

Last night, while a friend was visiting my house, she inadvertently invited a guest. We were both sitting on the couch talking about the birth of our souls when wisps of white appeared next to the dining room chair closest to us. The cabinet behind the chair became just a little bit lighter in color as the visitor materialized slowly. A cherubim from the garden of Eden he was/is, and he was here to see the blue one. I, being just the translator, became caught in a conversation I was not welcome to intrude upon. The visitor, whose name cannot be pronounced without the sounds of harmonic chimes, was soothing to her and adjusted his personal color map with her fluctuating anxiety level. He was mostly sea foam green and flushed a navy blue just when the time was right. She appreciated this, as she is shy and was just confronted with a friend from thousands of years ago. He told her that she used to tell stories to bunnies, smell giant yellow trumpet-shaped flowers while on guard duty and that she was six feet tall...but that everything was bigger then. He has a fun time assuming the bodily form of a human. His legs made him nervous so he hid beneath the floor for most of the visit. At one point he just stuck his nose up, as if to breath above the water. He stayed for over an hour to reminisce with her and showed a fondness toward her spirit that was genuine. Before he departed he graced her with a hug of his wings. And after he left, we both sat on the floor to absorb the residual energy soaked up by the hardwood. We both agreed that it felt more true than any other thing in the room.