Fuscoferuginous
Having a dark rusty colour- Grandiloquent Dictionary
Tyson passed his hand through Ella's hair. It was thick and red, and Tyson had looked at it and touched it a million times. He just needed the right word for it. It wasn't roaring red, or orange. It wasn't auburn either, like, dark red or any of that. It puzzled Tyson. He just fingered it and hummed.
"Ella?" He asked.
"Mm-hmm?" The harpy asked.
"Ella knows a lot of words."
"Yep, yep, yep. Bonjour."
"Bonjour, Ella. Does Ella know what colour Ella's hair is?" She asked. Ella thought for a few second.
"Fuscoferuginous." Ella decreed.
Never mind, Tyson would figure it out himself.
They were quietly on deck for a few more minutes of thinking of similies when Tyson said;
"Aha! Ella's hair is rust. The colour of rust. Pretty rust." Tyson said.
"Ella said that. Ella said fuscoferuginous." She said.
Never mind. Tyson would just stick to twirling and playing with it.