Prompt: Color
It was one morning, with the skies stained the color of old blood, that Erza took it upon herself to teach Macbeth the old saying, "Red skies at morning, sailors take warning, red skies at night, sailors delight."
"So which one are you – the warning or the delight?" he asked her in return, with a wry twist of his mouth and a pointed look at the blazing hue of her locks.
Gob smacked by the bold inquiry, Erza's mouth fell open and she blinked rapidly; but before she could formulate an answer, Meredy called her name, and she left Macbeth's side with a murmured apology and just the barest hint of relief in her eyes.
Someone really should have warned him about her.