Jiao
Your clothes never wear as well the next day
And your hair never falls in quite the same way
You never seem to run out of things to say
And your hair never falls in quite the same way
You never seem to run out of things to say
Jiao wrinkled up her nose at Killian's answer to her first question, confusion written on her face. She had never been one for unquestioning loyalty, for having many personal ties that did not benefit herself. What was the point of following a God to your death just because you liked them? At least the man before her didn't seem to be quite so stupid. "...Well, they should have thought more about it."
"Old magic lady?!" Jiao tittered, giggling at the description of The Voice. "She's not old. She's young and stupid and thinks she's as good as the other Gods, when she isn't. She should've stayed locked up."
Killian's optimism was fascinating to her. No one else within the barrier had been in such good spirits. "So are you gonna try to talk to them? Or do something else? What's your thing?"
