"Why do you scowl so, Alanna?" Delia asks softly, tilting her head. Her beautiful curls are mussed now, and appear fuller and softer then before. Some what like her lips.

Lifting a hand from Alanna's hip, the green-eyed girl rests a finger against the other girl's lips. "Alanna...no confusion. No scowling. You choose red...unless, unless you want to return the ball? And your handsome Prince who is dancing with the Princess, as he always will be?"

Red rose for Passion, that's what you choose...