There potential for pink in Storm's personal wardrobe was minimal. Why dress to clash if he was always going to be surrounded by white or grey- or the occasional black, of course. That, and there was a general disinterest in color, for the most part. Color was for other people, flowers decorated in rich hues of pink and purple, creatures that fanned red and yellow feathers, violet cats.
He smiled, though, as the fabric unfolded. "I'm glad you think so."
Sure enough, the farther away it got from the little storm cloud, the more color it started to have. It started to blush a soft yellow near Ariel's hands, his warmth adding to the temperature around the fabric. Yellow turned to a deeper gold, gold to green, green to blue, and then darker still until it was finally in Storm's hands again.
"It- well. It does that. The temperature- determines what colors might show up. So it won't be the same every time. But- well, warm colors are warm, and cool colors are cool. I can't really think of a use for it myself." he said, shrugging a bit. "Rain- and water in general will always turn it grey again."