"It just doesn't work like that," he said, choosing then to continue his journey upstairs to the wardrobe room. He would explain in greater detail en route. "Our father is a god, and we are half mortal. Because we're not gods, we can't live with gods. We're also not completely mortal, so we can't stay in their domain either. That's why we have our own civilization here, but we can still visit the gods, or be visited by them on occasion. Dad stops by every now and then, and stays here for a while." Once he reached the wardrobe room, Aiolia began shuffling around for articles of clothing that might fit this sister of his. After quite some time spent searching, he found nothing worthwhile. "Alright, so... it looks like we're going to have to improvise. You're used to having fur, so it'd probably be best to hunt something down and skin it for clothing, huh..."