Never Going Out of Style

Jiao nodded with a smile, surprised to meet someone that so easily understood why she read what she did, when he came from another world entirely, was another species. It had been a long time since she'd had such a pleasant conversation with any other Fae, too. She really had no idea about the portals, or the God that had made them. For a long time the Fae had had so much contempt for the idea that she hadn't even considered the actual mechanics of it. "I think...it should be a thing someone asks at a Shrine. But I rarely get an answer and there's no point in me asking, since I was born here." Standing, she walked to look at her fabrics. "This is looking about done." She announced, then pulled it away from the rocks, the sheet coming away a pale red-pink with splotches of white where the dye had not taken as well. It created an almost marble-like pattern. "What do you think?" JIAO Some girls fight hard Some face the trial Some girls were just meant to smile