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
"Mhm. No forest." She echoed, glad that this one wasn't going to bug her about it. It seemed to be all the people here wanted, a free trip into Sidhe; Jiao didn't really know why because she didn't consider it all that exciting.
Only been here a couple of weeks? ...Oh. An Outlander. Jiao did not hold the same hatred in her heart as other Fae, not quite, but she definitely had a distaste for the visitors. They had no reason to be here, were definitely something from the "New Gods", if you could even call that thing a God. She did not say anything to Killian but there was a clear hardness to her look now, a hesitation.
He asked her a question and she considered the answer, unsure of how much to say. "It's for good luck...but really, it's because it looks pretty." She shrugged, and trying to get the subject off of the charm, looked him up and down. While she was wary of him now she knew he was an Outlander, she could not help her curiosity. "So what is it like where you come from?"
