Never Going Out of Style

Jiao giggled, pleased with Jigano's little bow. Payment did not even cross her mind at the moment, thoughts of what could be a truly beautiful outfit distracting her. Jigano could be a good model with only minimal work, not the amount of make up she'd had to put on Peter. "...You have peoples diaries? Aren't those personal?" She asked, looking almost a little hurt on the behalf of their authors. Jiao herself had a diary, tucked between her bed and the wall; she knew if anyone were to read it, even hundreds of years in the future, she would be mortified. "But it does sound interesting. I'll see if I can visit next week, maybe." She hardly needed Jigano to tell her the Hollowed Grounds were dull. She'd seen that herself, in the dim tones of the clothes worn there, in the mucky coloured grass and water, in the miserable faces. "I guess. But then why have humans all started coming in here?" JIAO Some girls fight hard Some face the trial Some girls were just meant to smile