Haaa... not a single one of them came around with wings of their own, huh. As for the covers... 'msure they won't be that hard. Turns out I'm a pretty good hand at sewing. [There's a touch of sarcasm to his tone as ivory-white flashes behind his lips for just a moment before his expression turns neutral.

A hand ruffling through that fiery hair of his as he brings back the images of his dreams. No, they hadn't been colourful at all. Most of the scenes were at night, or with a cold grey sky above his head.]

As fer that... you definitely ain't wrong. I must'a lived in a really drab place. That, or I was some sort of lover of dark skies and cloudy days.