"Excuse me," Alexandra began, "my name is Belladonna and I just arrived in town. Could you perhaps be Rouge?"
It was just a matter of formalities for Alexandra since she had no doubt about the girl's identity.
A bit earlier, she had a sort of flash from her childhood with Fresne in the middle ring. Her friend had that hereditary habit – or curse or whatever it was – that made her slip into languages known as "otherworldly". While Alexandra couldn't pretend to understand everything Lefresne was saying on a daily basis, their proximity allowed her to be able to translate a lot of words and one of them was this girl's name: Rouge.
From memory, Alexandra knew it was a color's name – the color red to be precise. But what was the girl's connection with said color, one might ask? Said one may be blind to ask that.
