Sky becomes crepuscular at the horizon. The orange rays throw a message from beyond the gloomy surrounding of the forest, promising a nascent sunrise. The cold damp air presses onto her clothes clung to her body, making her want to attack the girl and rip her clothes off. This could never come to her mind, not even in a flash, that someday she gets to see a lowly person wear her exquisite dress right in front of her. Her teeth grin onto each other, her hands squeeze into fist, and she lightly shakes from the cold thatís taking over her gradually. Then, abruptly Red draws to a cuddle with her and puts her own robe around her shoulders. She releases a smile at her. It appears so kind but Snow knows that itís coming from no sisterly care. Behind the goodness of her smile lays a devilish thought. She knows that she is not as she would seem. Thereís more to the morals of her face than some friendly gestures can cover up. In some ways she prefers the cold and shaking to the pressure of fear that emits from her body beside her. "Why do you keep her alive?" Snow whispers under her lips and tightly holds the ears of the robe to her chest. Red looks at the girl in front of them thatís mindlessly walking her way. She seems like she has no care for the world around her. "Are you so curious to see some bloodshed?" Red asks back. "I only asked. If youíre not desperate for her blood then why take her with us?" Snow asks again. Red wants to tell her all about the condition requirements that are essential for a blood bath ritual. But it might only scare her more, that will ruin the wellness of her blood. So she remains quiet and lets her wonder more. "Did you curse her too?" Snow asks. "Sheís not like you, princess." Red says. Since the first moment she touched the girl, she knew that she was not in a well mental state. She would have taken a bath in her blood back in the village only if she knew it was not going to argue with her sanity. Right now her blood is poison for her soul. She cannot let go of it either. Such a beauty and elegance of body would be a great remorse to let pass. There are thoughts she is nursing in her mind about a way that can get the girl sane and make her blood proper for a higher ritual. "I donít know your name. Itís quite a shame if I need to call you and donít know the name. Princess canít go so well. Since you donít look like a princess anymore, it is an insult to call you princess." Red says. "Snow... Snow White." She answers. "You are beautiful like your name." Red says. "How does it feel like walking, Snow? You must have never traveled so much on foot before." Though thereís no sting to her words, but it gives Snow a bad feeling every time she has to realize the chasm distance between her current situation and the graceful conditions in the castle. "Did you really have to ask? I already feel sick. I feel like my blood wants to run from my toes and my leg bones are piercing into my belly." She says. Red realizes the aching that vibrates in her voice. "You better flow through it. Who knows how farther we must travel to find the most beautiful one of all. But have heart that as soon as we find her, Iíll let you go. Then you can return to your kingdom and cuddle all that you miss right now. On the other hand, you can see more of the world and grow your soul." Red says with her. Her words are gentle and her voice donít sound like a fraud. Yet Snow canít convince herself that the fake could be a fact. "What is your name?" Snow asks her. Red couldnít see that coming from her. She expected more complains, but an attempt to make a warm conversation is a little odd. She tends to answer anyway. "The woman who raised me named me Rose. Otherwise, I donít know the name I was given at my birth." Says Red. "Did she call you Rose Red?" Snow asks. "No. But people call me by the title of Red Witch." She says and moves her eyes forward. It either takes her into a trip back to the past, or she just wants no more of a conversation around that topic. Snow holds a stare on her face. Perhaps thereís a monster within her but at least she looks beautiful on the surface. She remembers her words from their last conversation. She told her that she kills to live. Snow asks herself if she is with some kind of a curse that needs sacrifice, and so is that why she kills young girls? She really wants to ask her. But itís been a nice conversation, and she doesnít want to put a bad end to it. She could watch Cinderella ahead of them and ask no more questions. Maybe Rose would intend to speak again.