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
Jiao was so involved in her task she did not hear or see Killian approach, her first awareness of his presence coming when she heard him speak. She turned to look at him with a jump, wings flitting her upwards and away just a little; she calmed down after she saw him though. He hardly looked threatening and appropriately, seemed to be in awe of her.
"Hello!"" She greeted back in return, swooping in close to look him over. Prettier than the last one, she thought. Jiao had wanted to be alone on her trip back, but now that she had someone before her she actually found herself excited to talk to one of the strange folk from inside the barrier again.
"Are you amazed by me?" She asked with a laugh, twirling. "I bet you've never seen a Fae before."
