Wings of Glass

Jiao

Jiao had long been aware that she did not seem to reap the same rewards as other Fae from the forest around her. She enjoyed where she lived, liked the woods fine, used their resources for her work and life...but there was something missing, an absence of the spiritual, almost all-consuming bond other people in Sidhe seemed to have.

Having heard a new portal had opened (mostly because of people upset about the way it had opened telling her about it) and led to a strange new place, she could not take the idea from her mind. Jiao had so rarely been away from Sidhe, especially not somewhere in a completely different part of Caido. Almost at random one night, staring at her sewing supplies same as they had always been, she made a decision.

Grabbing a thick cloak (for she heard that the new land was cold) and a bag full of various rations and supplies and a gift for any new people she would come across, she dressed in warm furs and white thick fabrics, sneaking out in the middle of the night. The only thing she lingered for was to put a note by Nephele's things in the Undercroft, explaining where she had gone. After all, they had a date.

It was odd to see the Mathair split open, but she was too anxious about the journey she was undertaking to take too long looking at it. With a deep breath, she stepped through.

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She had expected cold, but the sheer change in temperature as she arrived shocked her and she pulled her cloak closer around her. Still, she had finally gotten out of the Greatwood, and that meant this was the beginning of freedom.

Tired little laughs,
gold lie promises,

We'll always win at this,
I don't ever think about death