The compliments had quite an obvious effect, the little storm cloud brightening rather instantaneously. There was no hiding that, no matter how much he sort of looked at the floor and brushed a hand through his hair and tried to downplay the entire thing. It was a bit like a blush, to be honest. It hadn't been a very difficult feat. Color-changing dyes were easy to formulate when you knew exactly how the atmosphere worked, when the little changes in temperature were just as obvious as changes in color. But rain would always turn it gray. Too much humidity meant a gray garment, and well- he was humidity. His hands were cold, and his countenance was dark.
The colors shifted, and he tried to smile. It really was a nice little trick. And it would have looked nice in a dress. In the wrong hands, the garment could look garish. A horrible mash of colors in a stuffy skirt and bodice. But Ariel was talented and trustworthy. The fabric would have a good home here.
"I would really just like someone to make use of it. And I'd figured I'd bring it to you, since- you're not afraid of this kind of thing. You could make more out of it than any tailor in town, I'm sure."