raindrops on roses

It's alright! c:

Keyx didn't know what would become of his feathers if he gave some to the girl, but if he saw them weaved into her fur he would be amazed. It was already such a pretty and bright color, and with the contrast of his dark colors added, she was bound to look even prettier. He didn't know that would happen, though, he just knew that he'd been asked something about why he wanted the fur. It was simple, really, or at least it was to him. "It is very beautiful," he started. "And soft, as I realized after plucking it from you. I could use it for my nest when I settle in a single spot, but I might use some for one of my art pieces." The last time he'd explained what his creatures were to a wolf, she seemed to not quite understand why he would make them. The young owl hoped that this fox, with fur as magnificent as it was, would understand his pieces, and see the beauty in them as he did her coat.