Blythe considered, as she had nothing definite to compare the colour to. She had remembered in flashes, all those years ago when she was a baby, the sights she had seen. Pictures being jerked before her eyes. She could explain many things, but an image was something entirely differnt.
"You...hm." she swallowed. "Your aura is brown. A light brown, almost. It...it makes me think of the taste of cream and chocolates. From what I have learned in my years with the Sight, brown is for those who are much more reserved, much more fortified in their personality. Like a mountain unyielding to the wind. Or a lake frozen over."