.://The Raven and the Dove\\:.
She does not surprise herself by resenting the Dove for how easily she was able to ensnare the mind of the Raven. She envies the effortless manner in which the Dove is able to flock with him, for under their dissimilar feathers lie insides made of the same colors. She tries to look past the perfection of the hues, the uniformity of the shades. After desperately searching for anything that might throw off the balance of their flawless match, she sees that their feathers count for more than they are accredited with. The Dove's pale, pristine feathers are hypocritical; they give off the impression of light, while hiding darker internal colors. The Raven's jet-black coat is secretive; it hides the lighter tones within from all but those who know him best. Perhaps, she hypothesizes, the contrast between exterior and interior matters more than the actual color, even if they are identical. She is slightly assuaged by this notion of imperfection for a moment, but realizes that the contrast affects the overall equation quite insignificantly; for no matter what color they are, the Dove's feathers mark her as a bird, just like the Raven. She, on the other hand, remains a Fish that puts forth her best effort at a contented façade while those above her world fly towards the horizon, not sparing a glance to the water below.
Rush-edited, so sorry about that. I'm sure everyone can figure out who the Raven, Dove, and Fish is. Tried to go for an allegory-type thing. Not sure it worked. Feedback is appreciated.
