Storm's aura seemed to darken a bit- a wisp of cloud catching into his hair. Any sort of smile couldn't have covered it up, the shifting gray and curling darkness. As much as he was pleased the Unicorn liked the fabric, there was something turning in that mind of his that made his countenance betray him so absolutely. There wasn't really a word for it. It wasn't anyone's fault- it certainly wasn't Ariel's, after all, he'd been a gracious host, and he'd loved the fabric he'd made.
Maybe he shouldn't have said that. It would look nice on you. He hadn't meant anything by it. But something about this particular instance stung. Perhaps, there was just a touch of bitterness. It would look lovely on the Unicorn, because the Unicorn was practically a sunbeam. But the fabric spread black under his touch- and compared to that, to sunshine and rainbow, the black seemed terribly identifying. Storm was here.
Oh, the next one he made would have to turn a less resonant color under his touch. Black was never bad, in and of itself, but watching it stain the color, and block the sunlight, had just twisted something in his decidedly moody little head. The next one would start out blue. Or purple. Or white, perhaps, so that when the colors started to spread it was more like a genuine rainbow.
Clouds weren't bad. He wasn't, either.
He offered an apologetic smile, mostly for the fact that his aura had now taken a turn for a deep, thick grey.
"Whatever you end up making, I'm sure it will look lovely." he said, assured that it would. He reached up, bit into his lip a bit, and curled a pondering little curl into his veritable rat's nest of hair.
"I have no interest in taking it home again, so, if you'd like, you can just- have it."