The trick dances on her tongue, sways on her tail.
She becomes nearly a spell of her gift, her trick.
Rena Rouge molds to her frame like nothing else.
She's no longer Alya here, just something all encompassing that kind of reminds her of Trixx, perfect for a fox.
Truthfully, Trixx had admitted once that fate had a play in who got which Miraculous, and Alya'd admitted that she couldn't imagine Ladybug in her shoes.
It made perfect sense for Alya to be the fox.
It clung to her like a second skin, and the thrill of it could never go dull.
Rena Rouge's power translates into her life and while lying and keeping secrets made her grow frustrated in its own way, she'd always loved a great story.
Her ideas had flooded from things to report on and great stories, perfect for entertaining kids and thus being Rena Rouge became an extension of that, like the perfect story to keep all to herself which wasn't an easy thing since she was a storyteller, a person who sought out the truth.