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The dragon made some condescending remark about it being amusing that she didn’t know how to dress for this occasion. Of course she didn’t, she wasn’t allowed to go to the human realm yet, it was too important for the faeries to maintain a secret existence, Kiara had to master her glamour first. She knew how to dress in faerie couture; her family was royal blood, after all. Kiki narrowed her eyes at Sul but he started talking to Alice and Oliver before she could tell him off yet again.

Thankfully for the others, Laurel was there with a distraction to put out Kiara’s hotheadedness. Laurel said that Kiki was probably a size or two smaller than herself and that her mom could pick up stuff for them. Faerie clothing was magical, so it didn’t have sizes, it would just shrink or stretch to fit the wearer perfectly. Kiki would soon find that her size fell somewhere between zero and one in the human world, unhealthy by most mortal standards, but Kiara wasn’t mortal, and she hardly ever ate solid food, unless it was ridiculously sweet. Even then, more than a bite or two would make her feel sick.

Laurel mentioned something that would show off artwork “Like tattoos? Ooh, that’s a good idea, I’d like something with a low back I think, to show off mine. Yes, a low back, and black, with feathers!” Kiara loved to wear fashion that paid homage to her relationship with Morrigane, the crow queen. “I don’t know about shoes though, I like for the souls of my feet to be in contact with nature…” she was excitedly rambling like a child, tapping her bare feet on the stone ground for emphasis. “Oh! I can pay though. Well, my daddy would.” Kiki smiled bright. Yup, she was [i]that[/i] girl in the school.