Ariel took the fabric with open arms, and then set about folding it up into a neat pile for future use. He wanted to get his scissors and needle in it right away, but no, he needed to sketch out some designs first, to have all of his ideas in place, ducks in a row, so he didn't waste a single bit of the gorgeous fabric.
"Oh I think you'd be surprised," he murmured, the Unicorn giving him a quick once over with a tailor's eye. "Maybe not all over colour," he had to concede. "But a dash here and there." Something striming and bright against the dark background. "Of course you should wear what makes you most comfortable," he was quick to add. Comfort was important - he was of the belief that a person looked their very best when they were comfortable in themselves and what they wore.
"Mm, yes, you are right about that. Whatever I end up making, it will look best on someone." To watch the fabric warm and change colours against their skin, to see the fabric flow and fall. "I'll be sure to let you know once I have someone to put it on." The Unicorn didn't think it would be difficult to self pieces with this material.