Delia didn't speak for a moment, just cradled the rose in her small hands. No, not blue, why did it have to be blue...

"Alanna," she said at least, looking up at the other girl. "Blue...blue means Folly. Impossiblity." Delia bit her bottom lip, and let the rose fall to the ground. Somehow, it kept on falling because they themselves were fading away. All that was left was Delia's light, throaty, wistful voice and the words contained in it.

"Alanna, it means we are impossible..."