The prompt for today from @mariannewest was "peacock".

Here is what came from the prompt:

It wasn’t that he was a peacock in the flamboyant sense. No, Gunnar was just the opposite, expressing a quiet and cool confidence that Octo envied. He watched as Gunnar made perfect stokes with his arms, his fingers, his drum sounding its command as perfectly as Octo had ever heard it. Yet, he played with quiet even when he was being loud. Even his hat, a knit cap that was a very bright pink, he wore with calmness. It was something that Octo envied as he watched the tenor drums rehearsing underneath the oldest pine tree on the high school’s campus. Their blows against their drums resounded beyond the parking lot and into the universe. Even Octos ethereal companion Tecpatl had commented on the power of the combined performance of the drumline, and even some parts rehearsed on their own. But one thing he had never commented on, a thing that everyone accepted as though to say it was a part of everyday life despite its oddness, was one of the most macho guys in school wearing a pink cap.