JIAO
Jiao heard singing from deep within the woods.This was not necessarily unusual; Fae were prone to a good song while they explored or worked, but the tune of this song, the quality of it was different. It seemed to ring with a power, carry across the woods just to speak to her...she had followed the song without truly even thinking the decision through.
It led her to the Crimson Cataract, her usual spot for dying fabrics, but now there was not the calm atmosphere here there usually was when she came to work; there was a humming energy in the air and a song coming from the waterfall.
Jiao sat on a rock near the shore and hugged her legs, listening and watching.
Leave all of my regrets to sink like shipwrecks
Through oceans dark
Through oceans dark
