"Sidhe is..." Jiao began, then paused, unsure of how to continue. How did you explain your home when you knew nowhere else? It was just, well, Sidhe. But that wasn't very helpful, so she tried her best to visualise it. "It is built into the trees. There's a lot of platforms and ladders and nature. There is a bodega for shops, next to the water, and um...the houses aren't shaped like the ones here."
A midwife, Phoebe said, and Jiao wrinkled her nose. She had never cared for the whole business of childbirth, thinking it quite gross and uncomfortable, something she didn't fancy going on within her own body. "...You...must like babies then?" She asked, trying to find as neutral of a question as she could for the subject.
Idly she began to pick blades of grass, small nimble fingers tying them together with the goal of making a little doll, something she had done many times as a child.
Jiao
And we'll dance on the ceiling
With everything, everything, everything we can
