The rose turned red, deep red, and stayed that way. And Delia smiled. It was a bright, and yet somewhat shy smile. Delighted, and girlish. It made her look younger, but not as pretty.

"Red it shall be," the girl reached out, and slid the squire's silver mask off, "Alanna." Taking a step back, Delia opened her hands and let the silver mask and red rose fall to the snow either side of her.