Never Going Out of Style

"Oh...huh. I mean, yeah, I guess they do...but I haven't. I don't know if I'd wanna share my...soul...with an animal." Jiao said. Her voice wasn't disgusted by the idea, not quite, but clearly uncomfortable. She had always liked to keep her most personal things, her core, close to her heart. Most people only got to see a layer at the surface. That something could so easily pierce through and know her was a terrifying idea. "Numeria..." She repeated to herself, tasting the new word. As much as Jiao felt the customary Fae distaste for Outlanders, her great curiosity got in the way. It was fun to learn about new worlds, almost like myths. Honestly, compared to other Outlanders who had told her of worlds torn apart by war and covered in 'glowing evil clouds', Jigano's world sounded pretty soft. Still, he had a whole host of unfamiliar words. Jiao petted Isuma's head as she was taken away and asked: "What's a Kitsune? Or a...Tengu?" How would she describe Sidhe to a traveller? She tapped her chin. "I guess...I'd say it's a village in the forest, where the Fae live. We live a lot longer than the humans, and um...we can fly. There's a lot of crafters and artists there, and some...boring people like Delah too. We work a lot with the forest and the nature here, and we worship the Gods." It did not even occur to her to refer to her Gods as 'Old', since The Voice clearly was not a 'new god'. JIAO Some girls fight hard Some face the trial Some girls were just meant to smile