Jiao, spotting the rather unbelieving expression on Lily's face, determinedly kept her neutral face on but stared with a challenging gaze. She had had to learn how to do a lot of things on her own, for no one ever did things just how she liked them. Dying fabric wasn't even that hard, just required patience and some petals, some water.
"Trade something? Umm, okay. I don't know if I'd want a song....Jiao mumbled to herself, tapping her lips with her finger as she considered it. "But maybe you could perform for me...? Or you could owe me until you have something better." There was a rather clear casual disdain for Lily's musical talent here that Jiao did not seem to be aware of in her own speech.
"What would you want, anyway?" She asked, pushing herself off the barrel and down to the floor, her wings making her descent graceful.
Jiao
And the bittersweet of every new defeat
Is I'm stronger than before
