Jiao
Your clothes never wear as well the next day
And your hair never falls in quite the same way
You never seem to run out of things to say
And your hair never falls in quite the same way
You never seem to run out of things to say
Well. After her adventure to the Oasis and meeting with Are, Jiao was feeling distinctly unimpressed with the place that had once been contained within the barrier. Perhaps the block had been put there to save the Fae from limitless boredom, she mused to herself. Deciding she didn't want to talk to anyone else in there for the rest of the day she began to head home, stepping lightly on slippered feet and every so often gliding forward, dropping back down when she ran out of energy.
Even the trees here seemed less alive. Jiao stopped briefly by a tree in the woodland just to look at it, truly take in it's dullness. Trees by Sidhe were huge, historic, with emerald green leaves and complex whirls in the bark. Trees here were tall and grey and boring. She let her fingertips trace down the ugly bark, chewing at her lip as she wondered how anyone could live with such depressing greenery.
Maybe...she could help them? The people here would probably more cheerful if they had a little sparkle in their lives. Reaching into her pocket she pulled out a charm, a few beads and rocks on a string adorned with bent metal and painted wood; an item that sang with tradition and a sort of bohemian beauty.
Holding the charm up in one hand she flitted about the tree, trying to see where it would best hang. Perhaps if people began to see them they would know they could be something other than functional, as Are had put it.
