"Savage beauty...hm. I think I just prefer normal beauty." Jiao commented, but her voice was not critical, just observant. As a self-appointed aesthete, she had long ago decided that the best kind of image was one that was simply breathtaking at first sight, not anything that required a longer look, or a bending of the mind.
She knew he was simply continuing to flatter her with his compliment, but she had never minded that, so she smiled. "It is wonderful in the forest. Sidhe looks nice in some seasons, too. I don't really care for this time of year, though..." Looking to the Luxere apologetically she continued: "The colours are so boring. In Longheat everyone seems to suddenly remember they can wear more than brown or blue."
Jiao had not lived through any wars and had very little interest in the politics of her village, so she could only agree with his thoughts with a 'mm', though wondered why, if it was silly, so many people willingly died in wars? Had Loren fought in one...? She looked him up and down, but decided not to ask. He could get sad, and a sad human was the worst kind of all.
"If you're one of the humans with magic, can you fly?" She asked, looking up to the sky. "I was thinking I might stretch out my wings.." The iridescent wings behind her fluttered, catching the white light of the snow and nearly appearing to glow.
JIAO
Even if I'll end up in shatters
Baby it doesn't matter
